My mother is a realtor so maybe that is why the mantra rings so true to me. After arriving back in the States this week, I’ve tried to think of the new name for the blog and have resorted to this one for now. Like me, it isn’t specific and rests on fluctuation. When I decide or am led to where I’ll be, perhaps it will change. (On Ponce sounds nice, no?) Or maybe I’ll keep it; after all, sometimes ambiguity feels like my one constant.
So, change your link titles, etc. Or keep them as Along the Arno until I’m really fixed somewhere else. Now, I’ll just be in between.
And soon you’ll have news of the Big Blue Bash. Oh, yes, my homecoming has coincided with some Walton County Florida Democrats merriment. Must dig the camera out of the luggage. Certo.