Living my Dream

After six long years, I am at last here, where I want to be. First, we left everything in Florida behind so that we could be back in Maine where my heart is happy. Northern New England fills my heart with a kind of peace that I tried desperately and could not find in Florida. It is a lovely place if you love heat, humidity, and flat land as far as the eye can see. I, on the other hand, love mountains, forests, and four seasons a year. So first we moved and into a very small city and lived in a radically undersized apartment on the seedy side of town for nearly five years to save a cash down payment for our wee cottage in the woods. It's been six months now, since we bought our cottage and sometimes I have to pinch myself to realize that it is indeed real. The cottage in Maine was the foundation of the dream, being surrounded by trees, and cottage flowers, and a garden were part of it. The next important part of my dream was to write more, meet writers from all over the world, take writing classes, go on a writing retreat and maybe one day one of the mystery writers conventions. Little by little my dream is turning into my real life and I couldn't possibly be happier.