"Home"
For some reason, I found myself awake at daybreak this morning thinking about this blog and my friend Huckleberry the hound, and thinking about my long journey to my home out in the country. Huckleberry Hound As one might imagine, there hasn't been a demand for house and pet stays during this weird time in 2020. I've been in one location - "home" - since my last stay ending March 15th, for the first time in several years. It has been a very interesting process and adjustment, (and one I've finally been able to settle into, with the assurance of no last minute "can-you...?") In 2012, days after my ex-partner graduated from our shared alma mater, with my dog Kitty in the cab of a 16-foot moving truck and towing my beloved Jeep behind, we set out cross-country to start a new life in a place very different from the one in which I'd grown up and started my own life. 2200 miles from everyone and everything I'd known, I started fresh in Portland
