I'm excited to be moving from a downtown urban area where I finially found an apartment 3 months ago, after spending 3 months sleeping on mats at the local homeless shelter. There is a huge beach where I'll be moving to, that is just a ten minute walk from my room. My landlord is friendly and aware of my diagnosis and appreciates my guitar skills too. I sat on the beach yesterday and gazed out at the Atlantic ocean and felt far from the shelter and my worries and anxieties. It was a much needed respite(sp?).