Another drive-by shot along PCH; I only do it when traffic’s stopped, honest. As I drove home I thought about the spacious, light-filled place I viewed in Topanga this morning (yes! they DO exist!) It felt right for me. Space for art and sewing, and still room to stretch and breathe.
The owner and I liked each other but I have to go back tomorrow night to meet his wife. In the meantime I provided the requested social security number and references and evidence of income, so they can thoroughly check me out. I have fingers and toes crossed.