The Nest in the Valley of the Blue Mountains.

I will not be seen and I will not be heard. I am not invisible, I am ignored. I am not disresepcted, not understood, not taken seriously or accounted for. What I am, who I am - it matters not. A stranger in a strange land, unknown, unfamiliar, with rules and regulations unexplained, seemingly without sense or logic. It is not a wishful experience nor enjoyable existance.

The Nest in the Valley of the Blue Mountains is what I call the place I live, and hopefully will do so for many years to come. The owner is nice, the neighbors lovely, and it sits in a wonderful little village. The balcony view is gorgeous. Yet it is not quite a home.

I plan to make it a home. I plan to stay at the Nest in the Valley of the Blue Mountains.