In a few weeks, I’ll be moving out of my house temporarily, until my wife finally relocates. (How’s that for a good opening sentence?)

As our marriage is slowing coming to a close, it’s becoming incredibly difficult to both stay in the same house. We don’t argue; but there’s an underlying tension present all the time. Since I work a lot, including a lot of nights, I usually can find something to do away from home. But going home, when I have to, kind of sucks. I feel like I don’t actually have a home.

At some point in the next several months, Kelley will  be moving out of state – so I’ve been told. Anyway, an opportunity has come for me to move to a small – very small – place for a surprisingly affordable price. Because of some friendships and connections I made several years ago, the place was offered to me and once I saw it, and the location, and the peaceful environment – I had to jump at it.

Well, I didn’t actually jump, because the place happens to be on a bluff overlooking the ocean, and jumping could have been dangerous. But I jumped in the safety of my mind. And as for the “overlooking the ocean” part – well, that’s under the “surprisingly affordable” category. Maybe “shockingly affordable” is a better description. Or “impossibly affordable.” Or, “are-you-kidding-me affordable.”

So in mid February, I’ll be taking a few things and making the trrek up the hill, and setting up for a while. I’ll still work at both schools, still play music, still see the people I see now, still have bagels with the Lovely Miss Courtney and all the other important things in life. It’ll just take a few minutes longer to get some of the places I need to go. I can live with that.

The main change is that I’ll have a quiet peaceful place to go each night.  And be able to see the ocean while I have that cup of coffee in the morning. There’s a lot to be said for that. This may be one of those “God things.” As much as I think that expression is overused to the point of becoming meaningless, it seems to apply here.