Hello You!
B Strong.
This Saturday eve I am finally talking at you again. I have completed the grand move to Panama City Beach, installed in the Fleming beach house, so the last 2 months were semi-lite-madness.
There is nothing really I can say, after the Marathon, after the odd-slow-never here spring.
But I am here; the house is cleaned and slimmed down to nice essence; the Gulf glitters and roars across the way; my literature class should convene starting May 6 at the new and wonderful school; all addresses and licenses are changed and I am (officially) all in. Plus . . .
I purchased my car. Oh hell no! Oh hell yes. Darling Hyundai Accent 2013. Eco-efficient. I call him Armando.
The necessity of mobility rules and there it is. The last ultimate sign of commitment. Done. Dotted line signed and a certain Florida bank now owns me for 6 years.
Ridiculous lush-life complaint, isn't it?
Oh, how HAPPY I AM to be out of St. Pete and that NOT-college gig. Oh yeah. But the tropics, the heat? Of course I miss that much. But it is an easy trade and necessity rules in this instance too.
Enough.
So, I'll stop writing these fragments and take your eyes back to the top. Boston: B Strong.
And there you have it.
Love, in my way,
Joyce - on the next page
