Going Home

 

I leave out tomorrow morning for the long trip back to Oconto. This is a trip that I really dread doing. There's nothing up there for me anymore except a house full of stuff that I have to get rid of in the next few months—all of it. There's no love in the house anymore—just memories—those I can take with me. I'm thinking of selling the house and living full time in my trailer somewhere else. I'm even thinking about living in Mexico. I've been looking at an RV resort on the Pacific coast of Baja California. You can't beat the weather there. I have a 2-year-old Golden Retriever that needs a new home too. I'll keep Charlie because he's easy to travel with.