It's six months to the day since I turned over the keys to our family home of 30 years to a couple eager to make this gracious house their own. Back then I imagined myself on some footloose adventure- all my possessions in storage with no strings to tie me down. Turns out a lack of responsibility confused me. I'm used to attending to the varied demands of family, work and of a nearly 100 year old house and garden so predictably I decided I needed to buy another house to keep me grounded and sane.
Six weeks of house shopping back in the east side suburbs of Cleveland where I grew up led me to buy the house where I sit poised in front of this keyboard to share this update. I am no longer in Sleepy Hollow although somewhere Sleepy Hollow and 3 decades of memories reside deeply within me.
It's hard to imagine how this effort can morph and expand to this new location. For now, without the clarity of how to end 15 plus years of sharing the daily trials and tribulations of life along the Hudson I keep myself occupied with transforming another old house into the home that will sustain us. Wish me luck and good fortune as I wish the same of all of you with appreciation for your caring and attention over the years to this modest effort of mine.
