Hello Everyone --

I've missed being able to check up on everyone on the Forums for the past couple of weeks. I'll have connectivity through Dec. 8; after that, I'm not sure.

I am feeling so well since I returned to South Florida. The day after I arrived, a condominium apartment went on the market NEXT DOOR to that of the woman I was staying with. I am waiting to see if the condo assn. will let me move in, a very long, intrusive process.

Unbelievably, the apartment is an building named ORLEANS. This condo complex is a Disneylike place. All the buildings and apartment floor plans are alike -- but the outside of the buildings have different trim. Phoney Swiss chalet, Tudor, etc. My balcony has wrought iron railings, like New Orleans. I could not have afforded to live in a building with wrought iron trim in New Orleans, bec. everyone who moves to NOLA wants to live in one so they are too expensive for me.

I feel as if the Universe is laughing at me & saying -- "I didn't tell you to go to New Orleans, I said 'Orleans.'"

The apartment is smaller than I am used to, and I may have to sell of more furniture. But it is affordable. And it has a great view of a huge fountain. I can go out on the balcony to pray in the mornings and to eat meals.

I was welcomed back into the Sufi community here.

A former graduate student who is now head of department at a local community college is throwing an adjunct course my way. Adjunct teaching pays poorly, but it will provide a basic income to help keep the wolf from the door.

I am staying with a friend with Winter Springs,Fla -- and she is really excited about having me here. And I am becoming friends with the woman I stayed with, and she also is telling people how great it will be to have me next-door.

I was completely and totally blind to the idea that people like me and care about me when I left South Florida in May. I couldn't see that some people love me and want to help me, and now I feel as if love and help is all around me.

Thank God for the medications and for the people who stuck by me when I was incapable of seeing and being grateful for their care.

I pray that my state of mind will continue this way. The kind of depression I was in seems very scary when I start to feel better.

I even feel well enough to go up to the snowy Adirondack mountains to see my mother, who's 80, for Xmas. Not looking forward to the cold, and don't have a lot in the way of warm clothing, but that's what resale places are for.

Looking foward to checking up on the forum news.