Just got back to the country, being greeted by overcast skies, a cool wind and mizzle in the air. No people, no activity, no progress, no choices, nothing. Let’s face it: this sucks.
It’s good to think of our house here as our cabin — the place you retreat to in the country to clear your head, get in touch with things and get some peace from the dregs of the city.
This is how we want to live: in the city with our cabin over here. Right now it’s lopsided. All we have is the cabin, and no place in the city.
At this point our path is very clear, and we at all costs must follow it.