I should have started a blog 3 years and 3 months ago. That was when I first retired, sold our house, packed up a life, left a town I’d lived in for 32 years (and a state I’d lived in for 60), moved to Portland where both kids landed, became a local Nana to my then-2 year and newborn grandchildren, lived on my own in an apartment for 6 long months while house shopping while my husband was 1000 miles away, purchased a home, and started a journey that has been continually scary and surprising, satisfying and fun, creative and confusing. But since I didn’t start it then, I’m starting now.

Moving a life…