the buildings in front of the mountains are unc-a.
just past that is the french broad river. it’s foggy in the morning.
just past that are some blue ridge mountains.
i can sit in a chair on the porch and watch weather roll in across the valley. here’s a spring thunderstorm about 15 minutes away.
what i will not miss:
the mudpit next door.
there is no progress, there is no plan, it could be the greatest dog run of all time, but instead is a pit of mud.
the construction vehicles grinding gears and beeping in reverse as dumptruck after dumptruck of dirt is delivered day after day.
the clouds of mosquitoes from the standing water.
closing on a house friday. boxing has begun in earnest. movers come one week from today. excitement overload.