Life Begins at the End of Your Comfort Zone

My 1100 sqft apartment currently sits packed in boxes in my wonderful mother's living room, waiting for the day in June when they'll be loaded into a truck and driven 1,759 miles away to my new home, in New Mexico. A home that, by the way, has yet to be found. Memo, my Portuguese Water Dog, is lying next to me, anxiously waiting for me to close my laptop so he can take its place in my lap. He’s staying close. He knows something is up – all his toys are in several large boxes in the living room. He’s found them of course, and protests periodically by whacking one of the boxes with a big fuzzy paw and staring at me intently.

If all goes as planned (when does that ever happen?), this time next month I’ll be somewhere between Florida and New Mexico, driving across the country with Memo and a new puppy in tow. Yes, I’m moving to New Mexico. No, I don’t know anybody in the entire state, or any of the neighboring states for that

matter. Yes, I’m getting a new puppy in the middle of this. I’m picking him up on Saturday and he’ll be named Cusco. He’s somewhere in that pile down there.

I’m starting this blog in the hope that it will help me stay close my family in Florida and my friends who are dispersing all across the country. I’m sure the topics here will reflect my wide variety of interests, from dog training to backpacking to sewing, it will all be here.