November 12, 2012
I am happy to live where I do. Sometimes when I think about retirement, I fantasize about a small home with a big garden, in the country, on a hilltop, in the shadow of the Blue Ridge. This part of me wants to make sure that hurricanes, nor'easters and rising sea levels are far enough away to be someone else's worry. Then the larger part of me thinks about the smells of salt and marsh, the rhythm of tide, the gathering of birds and sun coming up over water. Living next to the sea can be risky, but oh those benefits.