I have moved a lot in my adult life..... often for no good reason but restlessness. I've moved to places sight unseen, hoping to unwrap a place like a present. As you can imagine, this often backfires. That's fine. I've found that I realize what I want or where I want to be by figuring out what I definitely don't want. The South just wasn't my cup of tea, neither was southern California. The Pacific Northwest was uber-hip and a lot of fun, but I couldn't keep up anymore... plus the rain made me want to hide in a corner. I grew up in the Midwest, but got out of there just in time to not end up in jail or as a meth head with a dozen kids. I never pulled the Uhaul into the Northeast - it just seems like a "nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there" kind of place (I could be very wrong about this one, but I've run out of the energy to disprove it).
But, one place has stood out against all the others. It's the only place that ever felt like home.
Anyway, I'm going to stop typing now - before my latent hippie side comes out. I'm working on an inventory of my most popular items, but will cut off any custom orders by the 12th. I should be back up and rolling by the second week of September. I rented a great place on 5 acres - it's a full living unit above a workspace.... there's a creek and a barn and 220 wiring in the workshop..... dreamy.