Sunday morning, June 2nd, and a new life at the Loft begins. Funny how distant and far away from my life on Lakewood seems on this somber yet solicitous Sunday morning.

Mountains of memories stand towering around me while carefully unpacked collections begin to reemerge. They seem to say "hello old friend, we have made it to the next great adventure". As I sit and silently chronicle the debris of so many past perfect decades. They are both pleasant and painful pictures, reflections of where and how my life began and how it has transformed into the now.

The task at hand seemed daunting last night as I sat comatose in the midst of the shrapnel of the mid day move sipping my glass of Chardonnay trying to process the aftermath. Then out of the chaos came my cool and ever calming partner Chadwick, with his admirable ability to organize even the most challenging situation.

Salvation now seemed to be at hand, and a well deserved journey into dreamland followed shortly. I like the vitality of our new space. It feels very comfortable and kind. Lofty and rugged yet polished and purposeful too. The embryo of our new adventure is now stirring and the excitement of watching it grow is both exhilarating and auspicious as well.

The days and weeks ahead will be taking us on many a new adventure in our newly claimed neighborhood, and many more challenges await us I'm sure. But, remembering my own words from a former space in time, "we will weather them together, live them in the moment, and make them our own"!