A lot has happened in that one year, much of which was chronicled here in this blog, some of which wasn't. Trips to New York, Panama City Beach, Grand Cayman Island, Hilton Head Island, San Francisco and Chicago (and of course, Pascagoula, Mississippi), lessons in karate, a potential romance started and aborted, a reconciliation of sorts with an ex and the final termination of that painful affair, a lingering illness, and a cancer scare, just for a few highlights.
And I still can't sell the condo in Vinings.
The yard is a disaster area - there have been leaves and branches down since Hurricane Dennis, and every day that I've been home, it's rained, and it needs to be at least slightly dry to leafblow, even to rake. The whole yard could use a good tidying up, hopefully before the leaves start dropping in autumn.
The indoors doesn't look all that different from the week or two after I had moved in and finally unpacked everything. Except for the newly furnished living room, there are still a lot of projects left to be done - refinish the main bath, decorate the zendo, etc.
But as I've said, there's no place like home.
"An adult is one who has lost the grace, the freshness, the innocence of the child, who is on longer capable of feeling pure joy, who makes everything complicated, who spreads suffering everywhere, who is afraid of being happy, and who, becasuse it is easier to bear, has gone back to sleep. The wise man is a happy child."- Arnaud Desjardins
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