A change of scenery

A change of scenery

I have a different view now. I moved to Grand Isle three weeks ago (and until I sell my house, I plan on continuing this column), and I am slowly finding my eyes. Views, I think, are often taken for granted if they’re our daily companions, as my Charlotte view was for 22 years. They comfort more than they amaze. But having all new views from the entire house is letting me see again.

Getting ready

I am moving to Grand Isle in October. After years of searching for a house on the water that I can afford, I’ve finally found a wonderful house. Part of me thinks this is crazy as I will have barely finished cancer treatment and have two big shows at the FlynnSpace just two weeks prior to the move date, but in some bizarre way this is all making sense to me. 

A quirky bunch

A quirky bunch

When I first moved to Charlotte 22 years ago from New York City it was culture shock, for sure. I had grown tired of NYC and the noise, the pollution and the many, many people. I was eager for a change.