This place brings me back to my past. I see all the church spires and St. Patrick’s day is tomorrow. It makes me remember HOMES in our history books, as the Great Lakes are Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie and Superior.
I grew up on Erie and my mother’s family grew up on Ontario. I never lived a block from the Lake before, and now I’m looking down, other side of the lake, from the 17th floor. Seagulls waft by. I don’t want to be here, especially in limbo as we’re in a teeny apartment with rented furniture awaiting closure on where we might live.
My husband took a full-time job but it’s consulting and may be 90 minutes away and that’s a daily commute we will not live with. So we’re in limbo before we even really move. It’s surreal to move two cars, a big box (still in storage) and a dog halfway across the country and not know where you’re going to live.
Thanks to some great folks we got this place to get our feet on the ground. And thanks to childhood friends for giving us the lay of the land.
Hey, I’m back in the Great Lakes. No green beer for me but we may celebrate tomorrow with everyone, as there seems to be a tavern on every corner. May as well meet the best one. Here’s to moving from mountains to lakes, Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 