Everything will now come your way

That post title was in a fortuitous fortune cookie, by the way.

Today I moved out of my friends' home and into a room above a Mexican restaurant. Talk about material! My new home is twice the width of a twin mattress. I have a dorm-sized fridge, an ancient microwave, and my own bathroom.

And I got a job today as well, working at a lovely little B & B. As a housekeeper. To summarize, I used to have a flashy international-traveling, suit-wearing job. Now I'm a part-time housekeeper living in a rooming house, waiting to hear from my editor.

Oh. You thought I wasn't serious about pursuing my dream and publishing my book? That something like this would derail or defuse me?

No chance.

(I think I am going insane.)

Waiting is the hardest part

So I took myself out of the running for the garden house with no ocean view. The homeowners scolded me a bit, saying that I wouldn't find a view at my budget. I've thrown out some lines with local shop owners I met when on vacation last year, and eagerly await to hear back about someone's cousin's wonderful little beachfront gem.

I've also been perusing Craigslist and if I am willing to share, it looks like I could score a great situation at a great price.

More inspiration from my trip last year. This was the view from the hotel's rooftop restaurant.

See why I'm holding out?

Mi casa es su casa

The adventure's got to start with finding una casa. Or even a casita! Here's the view from my hotel in Vallarta last year:

When I finally got to the hotel after the flight, the stress of work still clinging to my edges, I saw this and said ahhhhh! and in the next breath I may never leave. The view is crucial. The view feeds my dreams and my writing. It both calms and excites.

Here's the view from my apartment in Maine:

The ocean is right behind that hotel across the street. When it storms, I can hear the crashing of the waves if I stand on the porch. I compromised with this one. Because if I'm going to live on the coast again, I need to be able to see the ocean!

And have a veranda. On this veranda, with the waves below, I can see myself kissing, mmm, making love to a dark-haired man. Having my tea in the morning. Writing. A veranda is a must!

I did come across an amazing house - 3 bedrooms, garden, in a traditional Mexican neighborhood - for a song. BUT...no ocean view!

I can just hear the birds in this garden and my neighbor's music dancing over the wall!

But I have to hold out for the view. Right? I will land the big fish of the place with the view for a reasonable (starving artist) price!

Hey, you out there: what do you think?

p.s. I have a follower now. Whoo hoo!