Rearview mirror

One week ago today the moving van arrived and packed up all my belongings. I fully expected, as my home of 15 years was emptied room by room, to be overcome by sentimentality. It never happened. I enjoyed making that house over into the home it became, however it was never a good fit for me. I like cozy rooms and instead I had a large living room and a large bedroom. I spent most of my time in the kitchen, which was the room in which we contained the cats and dog--meaning no comfortable furniture allowed. And cat pawprints and fur everywhere and lots of mail. Never the neat, tidy, comfortable space in which I could relax. And the house was too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer.

It will be interesting to see what's on offer here.
Random shot #1 of the coastal path near our townhouse:

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