I have moved four times in the last eight years. The last one I describe in this prose poem. It was the most difficult and stressful, complicated by my health challenges and the abruptness of the situation. If we didn’t have the resources or the friends, we very likely would have been homeless. As we wait for the moving van to arrive at our new location, I wonder how long our luck will last and hope we can stay long enough to memorize the address.
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Really enjoyed this, Mark! Thanks so much for sharing this with us. Wishing you the very best of everything. Hoping your health improves!! Read this post from Goff James that I reblogged, but wanted you to see in case you missed it!
Via Con Dios, Mark!!!
That quote is so true. Thanks for sending me the link. There is wisdom and opportunity in change. ☮️😎🌵
Yes, I loved that Quote! You are right about change but it’s not always easy to do! But we need to be happy with ourselves and wherever we are! 😁✨👍
So true, Chuck.
Oh how wonderful the way your life turned around! Thank God for good friends who could reach out to you both to provide a home (it looks beautiful!)! I’m so pleased and tickled for you both as you’re “closer” to where I live. Peace be with you both as you enjoy your new home and adventures together!
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looks like a step up, best wishes
It was. But I wish it were planned and we had more than a week to do it. 🙂
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