The place I call home

I am at my new home. (yes, that is right. I have moved for the THIRD time in three months. I am confident that I will be staying here for awhile. No more moving!) It feels good here. I am looking out at the river, or perhaps just a big stream, that is in my backyard. The other night my friend/coworker stayed at my house and had a dream that the river was going to flood my new house. It won't. I want to go swim and kayak in the river. Its a perfect place to practice a kayak roll.

There are trees right outside the window. And there are trees on the hills behind the golf course (which is behind the river). It really is a beautiful view.

Out front there is a trail that people bike on. I want a road bike. It seems a lot of people here have road bikes. I want the spandex outfit too. I will look good in spandex.

The bathroom has a sweet Seattle skyscraper mirror in it. I laugh when I see it. The kitchen is nice. The microwave is confusing. It's too high tech.

The guy I am renting this house from used to be on TV. He was Wildboy on the TV show Bigfoot and Wildboy. He has all kinds of pictures of himself when he was young. He was cute! ha! I am renting from a TV celebrity!

There is an older couple who lives below me. There is a Mother-in-law apartment down there. They are real nice. Lynn, the lady who lives down there, is going through chemotherapy. She is sick most of the time. Paul, her husband, tells me how much he loves and adores his wife every time I talk to him. I want to have a relationship like that someday.

I am happy to be here. It feels good.