Starting to ease into going back to the mainland.
I don’t think of Arlington as “home” anymore. Home was where Carlton was. I don’t think of myself as having home anymore. I have lodgings. According to my Apple Dictionary
Lodging: a place in which someone lives or stays temporarily
I would say that about sums up my position. Nothing wrong with this. Nobody is promised tomorrow. Nobody gets out alive. I am looking forward to getting back to my east coast lodging and getting my new life started.
I am actually almost looking forward to visiting the old ladies asylum – my next east coast lodgings. I am going to seriously downsize again. “Stuff” isn’t going to make me happy. I have all the “stuff” I need right here in my hotel room. Well, except for a nice comfy chair.
My east coast lodging is stuffed with with stuff. And, it still has Carlton stuff.
Hot here today. And, I had a nice big chunk of ahi and a little rice for lunch. An avocado with a little cheese is on tap for dinner.