It was cool and delightfully foggy morning:
Once again Keely was not about getting up “early” (according to her doggo-clock) and so I puttered around the house for a bit before assuaging her displeasure with a full rub down and stretching session. Eventually she managed to get up and toddle out to the living room for more downward-dog stretches until finally she was ready to herd me out the door!
It was a quiet morning at Lake Ella. Given that we started super later (8:00 am!) there were no regulars there and only a few other walkers. I guess the weather might have scared other people off? Their loss, it was a lovely walk! At one point I passed a parked car and an older lady was inside with the window down, a camera in her hands.
“This is why we live in Tallahassee, isn’t it!” She said, smiling broadly.
Of course I agreed! I’m not a monster!
But mornings like this are a perk to living somewhere I don’t have many feelings for, good or bad. Honestly I felt the same way about Central Florida right up until the point I started to loathe living there. I don’t know if it’s just that I never feel “at home” anywhere or…? Where is home when you have no anchors to family or history? I think the closest I might ever get it possibly Boston-area, which I love and have wanted to move to since I was young. That’s mostly down to my Aunt Sheila being there, who is really one of the very few family members I even talk to anymore, outside of a few cousins scattered around the country.
The honest truth is that I would love to move to New Zealand, though. Just leave it all behind!