New Traditions, New Pathways is Har Har Hard
December 21, 2016
I put my coat on, grabbed Scooter's leash ready to head down the steep, cement stairs from the second floor one bedroom apartment my husband and I have been calling home since October.
I put the key in the door to lock it (still re-learning to use keys since we had those key pads back in Michigan) and stepped in to the colorful, smooth and playful pile of December? (California Fall) leaves down the path.
Everything, everything is new again after 56 and 64 years of life for us.
From the time zone, the climate, the temporary housing (one bathroom really?), doctors, banks, restaurants, streets,...