I’m not sure Baird was too thrilled with the early hour that we chose to get up and get going….
It was a million-degrees day in Missouri, but we all worked hard through it.
This move was difficult. Even though I knew it was a temporary residence from the beginning, Columbia was still a place that got into my bones and heart. “We’ll always have Columbia…”
It feels good to be moving into a place of permanence, however. To dream longer dreams than short periods of time. I have been house-sitting for the past two years. So to move into my own place feels good.
To put down roots where roots already exist is a strangely satisfying experience.
Every place I’ve lived leaves a lasting impression on me. Columbia is certainly no exception.
I have never felt so at home, as a visitor to this wonderful city….