Since I’ve moved into a new home, it is a bit smaller, well quite a bit smaller, than my old one. But it gives me a chance to look at life from a brand new perspective. And I get to have a whole new batch of goodies to be grateful for.

I can see the mountains lit up at night as I type this.

I can now walk to get my groceries and to the movie plaza.

I get to plant a new garden.

My daughter has a new friend that is just a drive-way away.

For some reason, the cockroaches die all by themselves here. Every morning there’s a few on their backs - dead - so at least I don’t have to kill them.

Since my garage is also my laundry room, the car serves also as a clothes line and a place to dry the plastic animals after a kiddie pool is put away.

And above all, I have peace.