How many more pastel sunsets for us will have this silhouette?
It’s not something that I dwell on, but I’m most certainly aware. If we can overcome one final hurdle with our escrow, it’s probably less than ten more. If all hell breaks loose, it might be 40 or 50, but it won’t be 100 or more. We’re packing and moving, much sooner rather than later.
The uncertainty and stress is a significant drag. I am desperate at this point for some boredom, preferably in a new home that we love. With spectacular desert sunsets and a new horizon silhouette. (With far fewer trees – the view to the west from the Potential Forever Home is quite flat, no trees, low mountains in the distance.)
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 