Journaling for November 1, 2025
I see retirement as just another of these
reinventions, another chance to do new things
and be a new version of myself ---Walt Mossberg
Nestled on a lush expanse of green grass, the cottage I dream of stands like a warm embrace. Its windows, tall and generous, welcome the golden-orange rays of the setting sun. Indoors, the light is casting a soft glow across the room. I am proud of how the light carefully curates my decor —family photographs, and scenic memories of places I've been. I am living in harmony to remind me that I value rustic charm and refined elegance. If you dream it, it can come true.
I recall all the dreams I made come true for buyers and sellers in the real estate industry. Now, it's my turn. I continue to stay educated, active, and enjoy life. Beneath my feet light dances on polished wood floors, illuminating nooks and shelves filled with good books. My glass blown art, the books, and photographs seem to remind me of fond stories of my life.
Outside, a classic rail fence frames the property, its weathered wood adding character to the scene. There is a path of Autumn Chrysanthemums lining the path. Beyond it, autumn performs its grand finale — trees ablaze in crimson, amber, and gold, each leaf a brushstroke of nature’s masterpiece. The attention to detail is everywhere: from the hilly slope of the land to the way the breeze carries the scent of fallen leaves and distant firewood. It’s not just a home. It’s a sanctuary. A place where every sunset feels like a gift.
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