Someday, somehow I am going to have a place here. I haven’t worked out all of the logistics like (1) how I am going to pay for it (2) who will take care of my animals while I walk along the beach searching for Razor clams (3) who will do my job while I walk along said beach (4) who will hug my grandkids while I’m gone (5)…well, you get the picture. This town, however, was made for me. It has every single thing I may need or want within walking distance. Once I got here, I could park the diesel and never fire it up again until I was ready to leave……
next door is a great little restaurant
there is a landscaping/plant shop which is for sale and which could be turned into a small catering business (hmmmm…) as the sweet lady who runs the antique shop pointed out to me when I told her I had a small catering business
there is an art gallery where local artists display their paintings, photographs, etc. It is wonderful and I spent the entire rest of the afternoon looking through all of the beauty that was displayed there
and eat pastry at the bakery and lunch at the little cafe at the top of the hill and play golf at the lovely golf course and enjoy the art gallery…
because somehow, someday, the nice people who own this house are going to decide that they need to sell it to me and I’m going to live here part of the time….