Going, going Gone

Happy March! Where has this month gone? It seems only yesterday that it was cold and wintry--and here it is warming...
I got my annual spring migraine from the melting snow (mold), so I know that spring is indeed coming!
We are in good spirits here as the universe takes care of us...
I seem to have fallen into a good-luck hole...the kind of hole you WANT to fall into...
And other than the fact that some random guy had been stalking me in the fall, everything seems to have righted itself.
And I am leaving Plattsburgh!
The big dark energy hole of the northeast!
Annie: You can relate!
This is just not a place of light. There are prisons and weird energy here. There are depressed people--and dark people like Eric Harris, one of the Columbine shooters. He was from Plattsburgh.
I decided to name the serial killer in my new novel after the founder of Plattsburgh. That seems right.
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I am afraid that the people who like this town are a bit grumpy at my utter glee at leaving.
I am trying not to be too annoying. I guess if you grow up here, you could really love the geography: lakes, mountains, all that.
But culturallly, this is not my town.
Burlington has always been my town (since the early 90s)...And part of my heart will always reside there. It was the city of my young adult years, of my Pearl Jam expression-blue-jean-freedom years. It was where I discovered tira mi su and espresso and battery street jeans (my favorite vintage shop).
It was and is such a cool place.
But even it is not big enough now: I crave culture: symphony, art, literature...And indian food. Big time indian food.
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I also want my kids to be raised somewhere big enough for all of us to DREAM big!
Big dreams...need a big city to match. Or big sky country.
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And it feels just so great to be moving into being a full-time novelist; it is what I was MEANT to do, and that is so amazing to discover.
There is so much to do here now: editing the magazine, returning Aidan's old soccer jersey (the coach's wife had been calling, and Brian had been calling, and we STILL have this jersey, and ALL the odds and ends and random things of packing.
I am hopeful we will find a brighter soccer team, too. Aid's coach this year was horrid, cruel, yelled a lot at the kids...He was middle-eastern, so maybe some of his behavior was cultural or lost in the cultural translation or something, but it was Awful.
OK enough about that.
I also wanted to say that I love Colin Hay, Josh Ritter, and Augustana (bands) right now.
Oh and even nice kitty is in a good mood.
Which means that spring IS coming.