Big Fish

I'm like the Albert Finney character in Big Fish... if I don't get to water soon I think I might die.

Not literally, but in my soul.

Growing up I spent nearly every summer in the White Mountains of Northern Arizona and even though I didn't appreciate it at the time, it was heaven. There I learned to be a kid. I learned to camp and fish. And even though I haven't done it in years. I have the memory of the smell of pine trees in my blood. And it calls to me.

My husband agrees with me. We're so over Southern California with the traffic and the smog and the city attitudes. We like Oregon a lot. Heavy on scenery, light on snow. Progressive
politically. And enough green that I can make my temperature drop just by thinking of it.

I'm at the point where I would rather live in a smaller house with a view of majestic scenery than live in a majestic house with a view of another majestic house.