I had to go to the bank and post office today.

Luckily for me (since I currently have no car) both are an easy walk from the house. Once I finished my errands, I grabbed an iced tea (unsweet) from the bakery and decided to take a stroll and enjoy the beautiful spring weather we have been having.

I usually have my dogs with me when I walk which means more looking down than up as I try to keep from tripping over them as they pull this way and that after cats, birds, falling leaves and their favorite…..squirrels.

It was nice to be able to walk and really take in the surroundings.

When we decided to move one of my main “wants” was to be someplace different from where we started. I didn’t want to move across the country only to end up in a subdivision where every house and every yard looked just like the one before it with no cues to tell you what part of the country it was, and nothing to differentiate it from where we had come from. I wanted to sit on my porch or walk down the street and KNOW that I had made a change. To KNOW that I was someplace different. I didn’t want to replicate my old life somewhere new, I wanted change. I wanted a new life.

There was a beauty in Arizona, in the area where we lived, but Pueblo style “box houses,” rock landscaping and cacti never spoke to my soul. It all felt very mass produced and contrived, with little charm and character and very few stories to be told. Not to discount it, it just was never for me.

As I strolled down the old uneven sidewalks, beneath the shade of big old trees, I knew without a doubt that I had made a change. That this was a new life. That I was someplace different. That I was home.

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