Moving On

Well I like the home place right now but like a tumble weed I feel like moving on. Whether the change is for the better I will have to wait and see. Come see me at my new homestead which is located here. You can sit down and have a cup of joe with me while we chew the fat.

Good-bye my Fancy!
Farewell dear mate, dear love!
I’m going away, I know not where,
Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,
So Good-bye my Fancy.
Walt Whitman (1819–1892)