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New City, New Life

My current view -- The Almaden Valley










I've always dreamed of just selling everything and moving somewhere new.  I have ties to France, Italy, Mexico, and even Greece.  I think there is a strong possibility that I will eventually jump ship and head there.

In the meantime, I am so happy to say, I am establishing myself in the Bay Area.  I love the Santa Cruz mountains and the long views of the San Francisco bay.  My new lil ADU rental here is so perfect in so many ways, and I have somebody who is handling the business I left behind.  I'm considering moving onto a houseboat if I can find one that fits my needs.  I have enjoyed houseboat life in the past, and it will be an easy adjustment once I find the place.

My many local friends here really are a boon as well; my network of people has expanded even more in the past year, and I am so grateful for that.  Of course, I'll drop back by the old stomping grounds now and then.  I can't leave my friends to wonder how or what I'm doing!

And, the pull of other places keeps tugging, tugging, tugging..... Glad I am free to pick up and go when the time is right.


** My SOMEDAY view

Comments

Twat said…
Fuck bitch, lost the house, lost your shitty business, now you're living in a rental on somebody's backyard? Even that's too good for you you dumb cunt.
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Your Blog Mistress said…
Thanks Dustin A. Dennis, DVM, for this comment. Nobody spews profanity quite like you do. It fully paints the picture of precisely who you are and how much harassing, stalking, and abuse you spew to everybody you encounter. No wonder you lost your job at Loomis Basin Large Animal Vet Clinic. I've deleted your previous ugly comments simply to protect my blog audience (whomever they are) from your abuse but will no longer do so.
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