Good Signs

Seeing three different pods of Orcas on the journey to our new community surely must be a good sign.

Another confirmation this was a good move occurred in the grocery store as we entered town: EVERYONE smiled at me. Is it because I'm nine months pregnant? Is it because I look stunned? Or warm and welcoming? Whatever the reason, I was happy to be cruising the friendly isles of cool folks and families, and finding everything I was looking for.

Third sign: We're in our new house, and the dog is peacefully asleep.