|Our home is the corner lot facing Fleming Drive and Whitehall drive to the front - big back yard no pool...yet!|
Yesterday I posted about making the Big Change in my life. I went from making Big Bucks at a big city bank to working party-time as a hotel front desk clerk. Bill and I had a big house in the country. I had the job title. I also had the stress of a daily commute and a high responsibility job. I got up at 4:30 a.m. in the morning to be to catch the 6:02 a.m. train in the morning to my job in Philadelphia. It was all I could do to catch the 5:32 p.m. train out of Philadelphia at night to arrive home at about 7:00 pm at night. More often than not I caught a later, local train which got me home at 8 or 9 at night. I showered, at a late dinner and went to bed just to get up in the morning and do it all over again the next day. I was living Ground Hog Day.
|Downingtown Train Station - Downingtown, PA - I spent many a day standing on this platform in the cold|
That was my schedule for many years. It was killing me. I was depressed. I was suicidal. I was trapped.
Then one day, standing on the hot and dirty train platform below ground level at Suburban Station in Philadelphia, waiting for the conductor to open the cars so I could get in, I thought to myself "Do I want to do this until I retire at 65 years of age?" Then and there I decided "NO." Thus began my long journey to realize my lifetime dream of Living Near the Water.
|Casa Tipton-Kelly - our home in Delaware|
The ariel view map at the top of this post is where I live now. I live in a Ryan Homes development called Covington Chase. I live three miles north of Lewes, Delaware and six miles north of Rehoboth Beach. I live on the east side of Route One (also called the Coastal Highway). I live two miles from the Delaware Bay. I don't live "on the water" because:
- Too expensive
- Bill doesn't want to live THAT close to water
|Lewes-Rehoboth Canal - where I work|
|One of my many failed attempts to make friends with another gay person here in Delaware - I'm just not a good fit - maybe I should be bald and have a tuft of white hair to fit in|
|The retention pond at the end of our development. Lots of water, about a inch deep. A perfect metaphor for my Delaware gay friendships.|
|A man in charge of his own destiny - and smiling|