Black Mountain

The week of spring break. The week before Ron's service. 

I went to visit my friend, Cindy, in Black Mountain. I'm always in a hurry. Those of you who know me well can stop laughing anytime now! But with no one to leave at home, I take my time. I drive the back roads. I stop at stores. I turn a four hour trip into a full day. I try to savor the moments of aloneness. I try to appreciate doing only the things I do for myself. 

As always, Black Mountain is beautiful and restful and quiet. We go shopping. We walk. We talk about plans. My plans. What will I do as I move forward?

I don't know.

But Cindy mentions there are jobs open in her county. Ron and I had talked about retiring there. We won't, but I might. I'm not sure how many changes I can make at this time. But I start thinking about moving. 

A house. Can I afford a house? I start looking.