I. ‘Twixt Daleville and Chesterfield
It’s the lull before the storm. Tomorrow, the plan-making & general getting-everything-sorted-ening for the summer (& fall) begin in earnest. Now, though, I can take stock of what’s soon going to happen.
Two big things loom large in the coming months. One I’m not comfortable telling anyone about just yet. The other is big and daunting and many-headed and involves a lot of hopping back and forth between Pennsylvania and Indiana.
Except I might not be going back to Muncie. Instead, depending on how things shake loose, I might find myself in Anderson this fall. Anderson, for those you who aren’t Indiana people, is about forty minutes southwest. An easy pop down 32. All I’m saying is, logistically speaking, this move would be a walk in the park. It’s so close I (probably) wouldn’t even need to rent a truck.
But still I hesitate.



