I am being seduced by this city.

I moved here in October.
I have yet to visit the beach, or the art museum…but I can tell you where all of the Wal*Marts are.

Screwy.

It’s a testament to me that I need to prioritize a little better and in doing so this week I tasked myself with walking myself daily. It is a ritual that I dearly miss since the passing of my dear friend, Bruno. So I make sure that I get at least one walk in daily. Tonight I forgot until 11:30 at night, but it was still warm enough to go out in a t-shirt. The lights of the house down the street were still on and I could see through the open screen door that the freshly painted walls were drying. Acorns littered the sidewalks and my sandaled feet zig-zagged to avoid them. A neighbor gave me a raised eyebrow as he got into his car wearing only an a-shirt and shorts. In one ladies backyard the crickets (and whatever else) were so loud that it sounds like an electrical hum. The park a block away from our home is silent. The storm shutters on the house across from it are newly installed (it’s supposed to storm tonight!). The more I slow down and listen, the more I am finding that this is the South that I hoped it would be.

This is Pensacola. It’s growing on me.
To illustrate this point, tomorrow’s to-do list includes another walk, making and canning kumquat marmalade, and sewing an apron. Yes folks, I AM still 28. I promise.

lots more to come. Garth and I just received a large shipment of our junk from San Diego so I now have pots, pans, oodles of fabric, and a defunct computer (among other things).

from the sunshine state,
elle!

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