When you set up a blog on Typepad, there's a place to put a description. It becomes a kind of tone-setter for the blog. From Day One, my descriptive phrase has been the quote, (variations of which have been attributed to Albert Camus), "And in the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer."
I'll always love that quote, but have changed it today into a totally non-literary description of where Buck and I are in our lives. We thought we were all settled into the "old home place" here in the panhandle Florida pine woods.
But you know what? We miss living in the mountains of Western North Carolina. We just keep coming back to it again and again.
And so, we've come to one decision in a series of decisions to be made: we're getting the old house we bought a while back, the one we call the "Sugar Shack," ready to put on the market. Buck and I grew up around lakes, rivers and the Gulf. We spent a lot of times as children hanging our feet over the edge of a dock. But like many fantasies, the reality of a place on the water in Florida is trumped by our recollections of mountain living.
Since we can't live in three places at once — frankly, two is a pretty big stretch — we're going to trade our dock-on-the-bay dream for a writers'-cottage-in-the-mountains dream, where Buck can finish his novel, start another, and I can doodle around with my essays, stories and the memoir of our time at Longleaf. If we are very lucky, the "Sugar Shack" will sell quickly. Even in this slow-moving real estate market, there is almost always a buyer for a quaint place on a pretty bay with a brand-new dock and amazing sunsets.
Soon as it sells, we'll be ready to find a piece of ground and a builder in the Waynesville/Asheville/Hendersonville area of North Carolina. I can already see the look in Buck's eye that tells me he is designing a small cottage with lots of decks.
It's an exciting time for honeymooners of any age.
We are wired, retired and ready to go.