Happy Mardi Gras!
I read an article recently about how the difference between frugality and depravation was all about attitude.
I’ve gotten really good about only going out to eat once a week. Some weeks I don’t go out at all, which is a shocking change from just a couple years ago.…
Let me start by saying that I love my new house. Fall is here, the leaves are changing, the air is crisp, and I cannot say how much I adore watching the season’s approach from my backyard. I do not regret buying my place, no matter how much chaos my finances are in currently.…
Two things first:
I like moving. The cleansing of my things, winnowing down to just what I need. The Tetris-like challenge of packing (it’s a game.) The excitement of a new place, new horizons, new things to discover.
I love Seattle.…
I have a rock that sits on my bedside table. One side says, “WRITE!!!!” The other side says, “Savor the stream of life.”
Right now, I’m mainly doing the latter. I’m spending a lot of time going out, experiencing New Orleans.…
Seriously, that’s what I feel like I’m doing half the time. I brought minimal things with me–when I left Seattle, I didn’t have a place, and I was looking at both furnished and unfurnished and I didn’t want to cart around stuff I wouldn’t end up needing.…
I may have found a place to live. . .…
The adventure continues!
It was cold today. I mean, really cold for New Orleans. Went down to 37 last night. This is a place where palm trees grow wild. Seriously, seriously cold. Didn’t warm up all day. High was 45.
I took the St.…
Am here in New Orleans to scout out neighborhoods, figure out where I’m going to live come September when I move here.
I ate dinner at The Alpine: a Louisiana Cajun Cafe. The food was amazing — fresh and perfectly seasoned.…
I have a confession to make.
I think I’m bi-urban. Or maybe it’s just urban-curious.
And it isn’t Seattle. I *love* Seattle. I love my life here, my life style, everything.
But it isn’t enough.
It isn’t you. It’s me. I need more.…