Wouldn't it be lovely getting away from the ATL?
Wouldn't it be lovely being just a few moments from work... from home?
Wouldn't it be lovely...
Maggie stared at my tired soul, half compassion, half cross-eyed.
A few days later, driving homeward, Maggie turned to me, full of authority, command in her voice, and declared that we were moving. Moving not to Mayberry, but to the dark side of the moon, the heart of darkness, the bastion of suburbia, East Cobb.
We've a long row to hoe, a house with unknown value and an undisclosed myriad of issues. Don't have a plan, and am barely able to comprehend leaving our homestead; but I am taking strength from my better half, trusting her resolution.
Let the games begin...