We live on an island, sandwiched between two rivers. The driving isn’t too painful, especially when you consider we came from Orlando. The view is pleasant. Our house isn’t waterfront, but you wouldn’t know it by our tax and insurance bills. There is lots of water. Bridges, palm trees, and boats—sail, fishing, and weekend cabin cruisers—all dot the landscape. Well, actually the boats only dot the landscape after a hurricane, but you know what I meant.

We have a nice church within walking distance of our house—small, reformed, and they love on you like family. We have nice friends, which we spent the weekend shooting pool, cooking on the grill, and trading inside jokes with. We have lots of sunshine, close beaches, and a swimming pool that doesn’t need to be winterized.

For the past five years, Greg’s commute has been 45 minutes each way, even without bad traffic. He works on the most remote launch complex at Cape Canaveral, and no, we can’t get you into Kennedy Space Center for free if you’re in the area. (The Cape and KSC are different things, even though they’re in the same area.) His office is so top secret that I’ve never even seen it.

We’ve enjoyed our life here, but the opportunity to move on has presented itself. Greg recently took a job with a small engineering firm that allows him to work from home. Until the end of the year, he’ll be working both jobs, until he transitions someone into his old position at the Cape. After that, his office is at home. And home is wherever we want it to be.

We don’t take moving lightly. I’ve lived in Orlando my entire life, up until we moved to the coast to be closer to Greg’s job. (Back then, it was a 120-mile daily commute.) We are talking with family about moving with us, and they are warm to the idea. Even some of our friends are throwing the idea around. This next move will be our last, Lord willing.

I detailed some of our long-term dreams in an off-the-cuff post I wrote over a year ago titled, Thinking Outside the Box. It was one of the more popular posts I’ve written, with comments either strongly for or against my ideas. (link) We don’t know if God has placed this opportunity in our path so that we can follow this dream or if He’s just freeing up Greg to spend more time with our family right here, right now. We are OK either way. I wish we could stay here and pursue this dream, but land prices forbid it.

As we consider our options, would you consider dropping me a line? If you absolutely love where you live, could you tell me about it? What makes it wonderful? If we are looking for mild winters, a small town, a reformed church, and 40-acres-and-a-mule for a good price, where should we be looking? Thanks in advance to anyone who takes time to write. Your comments and thoughts are appreciated.