Play time is over: time to get back to work because my vacation’s technically done. I say “technically” because I’m still here in Michigan, and it feels like I’m still on vacation. As a telecommuter, work seems to go easier when you’re in a new place. I like working in Dad & Caryl’s kitchen because it’s a bright, open space with lots of windows.
Being up here near the water has made me think a lot about where I want to live. I don’t want to move up here, of course – the winters are too rough – but I keep asking myself if I’m sure I don’t want to live in Galveston. Home prices aren’t bad down there – we could get a nice 2 bedroom place on the water with a dock, and I could even get a boat. That’s mesmerizing. It’s one of those decisions that would affect the rest of my life: be a city dweller who hangs out at coffee shops, or be a beach bum who sails and fishes? Erika (who reads this blog) would be horrified to hear me even thinking about that, but in the interest of honesty, there it is. She’d never stand for the beach life, though. She doesn’t like Jimmy Buffett, for starters.