Not even a "sold" sign mars the beauty of the spring green grass and colorful flowers.

Friends are nowhere in sight nor do they call. My place has been filled even before I leave.

Days are filled with sorting through the stuff of my life

Nights bring bone weary slumber.

Daylight breaks, coffee perks, the rhythm of sorting, packing begins again

Familiar surroundings soon to be a memory but now is now the time to grieve.

The sunshine beckons to new scenery, new community, new hopes and dreams

Primary residence soon to be not Tennessee but the edge of the bay of Sarasota

My very first home chosen by me.