I wake up every day and feel like I’m in a fancy hotel room in the Okanogan. This morning is warm but the misty fog hangs in the valleys.
Still no frost on the Highlands but I know it is coming. There is nothing like the smell of snow in the air.
My place is around 80% of my income. It’s just that way in a capital city.
It’s like a dance studio and safe. It’s central. I miss the water views I have had but waking up to a small, safe country town is priceless.
The pandemic changed everything. My apartment was a gift from God because my last places we horrible. I have never called the cops on people I have been living with that much in my life.
I wasn’t living, I was existing. I’m amazed I am alive and all I lost was artwork and clothes.
So on mornings like this I do give thanks to “God”.