It’s been a bit of a surprise, actually a big surprise.

I had no idea I would miss living in the Phoenix area for the winter.

But I’d love to go back for a while.

Since we’ve moved back into a house, we’ve had a whole lot of reality and reality can stink sometimes.

Living in Homer for that year felt like we were away at summer camp, except the best part of the year was winter so I guess it was winter camp.

Sure we had bills to pay, chores to do, decisions to make.

But in retrospect, things were a whole lot easier living in a motor home.

Cleaning ‘house’ took thirty minutes, not three hours.

We had NO yard work. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve mowed the lawn let alone raked leaves this year…

Snowbirding is starting to look better and better all the time.

If I were to win the lottery, I’d buy a park model house in a retirement community that had close access to hiking and tons of pickleball courts.

I’d stay there October and most of November. Then I’d come home for the holidays–both Thanksgiving and Christmas.

And I’d race back to be there for New Year’s Eve…