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On Wednesday morning we are pulling out for three months in the US mostly the south and Florida. Heard too on Friday that the middle son, who now lives with his wife in New York, has been transferred to San Francisco as part of a promotion.
So this will be the last trip to stay in New York for a while, and I will be adjusting my head to the West Coast. I might be there in early summer this year and definitely our winter trip next year will be towards that destination. This child has always introduced adventure into my life.
In case you are wondering why we go to so much trouble to go south every year, involving often elaborate working remote arrangements, this is the view from my front door right now to the RV, which I have to pack this afternoon:
For me this has become the only real way to travel. Think of it as sort of a mobile sewing room- I am taking a huge machine, a serger and all my tools and ironing equipment. The samples for my book might even get made on picnic tables around the continent. Bet not every author can say that.
I am sad of course to leave family here for a few months, my grandchildren who wink at me, my spectacular daughter and also this guy, my youngest, whose job has always been to keep me up at night.
Here is he last week, 300 feet in the air, on a windmill - he works in training and business development for a company based here. I mean my nerves, he sends me this stuff to freak me out:
