So while our very trustworthy, diligent housesitters are watching over our home, (and putting up with me when I decide I just have to come home to check on/fondle my missed possessions) we’ll be roughing it in the wiles of Oklahoma. You’ll hear from me again when I get there. Keep your fingers crossed, wish us luck, or pray–whichever works best for you.
The way it looks now, we’ll be relocating sometime in January. The job will actually be in Yukon, about 17 miles west of Oklahoma City. Don’t know yet where we’ll live.
When we face a relocation like this, I can’t focus on anything else. So many unanswered questions. All I know about Oklahoma would be a drop in a thimble. I have a writer friend there—but of course, she lives just far enough away that we won’t be able to have daily meets. We have family in the Tulsa area. That’s more than an hour away.
There are many, many writers, writer groups, and conferences all through Oklahoma so why can’t I get excited about this? Yeah, yeah, I know it’s a new adventure, but I’m past the age for really enjoying new adventures–unless it’s coffee with Dale Robertson.