Friends


                               

I haven't been doing much that's blog worthy for the past week, hence the radio silence. In the meantime, plans are brewing. The house purchase moves along, but I won't bore you with the details.  Anyone who's ever bought a house probably gets the anxiety and rushing around.

But I want to acknowledge the stage crew--the friends who have helped make this dream a reality by offering their hospitality and encouragement.  My friend and former OHSU colleague Kristie and her husband Mike opened their home to me 2 years ago, and then again this year.  They live in a house that has breathtaking mountains cropping out of their backyard.  They've shown me around, loaned me their car, looked at real estate, hiked with me and generally made me want to live here.  

Likewise, my friend Kathleen, whom I knew from Cannon Beach, decided to make this area her new home.  We hung out and hiked together in 2022 when we both spent the winter here.  She has since bought a house and invited me to rent a room from her this winter.  Also an avid hiker, as well as a dance and travel aficionada, we've shared a variety of activities both in Oregon and Arizona.  She, too, endured my real estate angst, listened to me process the details of this purchase, and generally made me feel welcome.

Of course, the decision to take on this 2-state living arrangement is easier to do when you buy a house in a place that people are eager to visit.  I'm now taking reservations at the Avila Arizona Ranch; get your tickets early folks! This is how I hope to entice my children and other family members to come and stay with me. What's not to love about sunshine and desert landscapes?



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