Pardon me for being melancholy for a minute.I've had a long "to do" list associated with the move. The list included find some restaurants, find a place to live, find a supermarket, get a library card, join a running group, get a Tennessee drivers license, find a barber, find a place that sells good chocolate, etc. I took a long lunch today and I got my Tennessee drivers license. I viewed it as another chore but when they handed me the license, it was like a big smack in the mouth. The picture is bad but I think there's more to it than that. Things are going well here but the license symbolized a move from a place that I had lived most of my life.
Here's a link to my favorite Tom Waits song - San Diego Serenade. It's a song about not noticing what you've been seeing until you see something else. At least that's what I get out of it.
I'll feel more chipper tomorrow. This bottle of wine is helping. giggle
