moving on

Today I moved. on. and to a new location.

Moving is so exhasting.

However...

I now have a canoe in my backyard. And a river. Um, well ,a wetland. A swan (or really huge white bird) swam by while I was unpacking. I went for a nice paddle around the wetland today with a friend. Some 8-10 year old girls came on to their dock and screamed "how romantic!" at the top of their lungs. Awkwardness was to follow.

Now, to make this fantasy complete I need to meet a boy at the end of the canal (and instead of walking) I can canoe to his dock and hang out. It would be my ulitmate Dawson's Creek fantasy played out.