And the winner is… Rhinebeck?
I have never found moving to be exciting in the least. Perhaps the idea of starting a new life in a different local has a certain degree of romance to it. But in my case, the actual process involves lots and lots of stuff. To clarify, when I say lots of stuff, just imagine 25 boxes of books. Just the books, and just the books that are mine.
I am hoping this next move, back to the wilds of upstate New York, will not kill us- or rather, me, when Jeff is forced to help me move my boxes of things.
I am somewhat optimistic (but reservedly so) about the perceived opportunity to live a simpler and hopefully less stressful existence. Rhinebeck seems like a pretty swell little village, and it is my hope that at least for a few years, it will be a suitable home for Mr. Watkins, yours truly (aka Mrs. Watkins) and, at some point, wee Watkinses as well.