Pensacola Bound? {Part 1 of 6}

We took (another) trip to Pensacola/Gulf Breeze. We are considering moving there, so this was business mixed with pleasure. More pleasure. Less business. That is only if you consider looking at homes with a Realtor pleasure. The verdict is out on that one. But, even with a Realtor, I enjoy home looking. The trip is really too long. 6 hours from St. Augustine. By the time we got there, were were dragging.

On the road...a stop at Cracker Barrel

One of the homes we are considering is in a lovely old neighborhood that is undergoing a transformation. East Hill. I think I could really love living there. It is old and new. Fixing the old. Renovation. Restoration. A very connected neighborhood. Parks. Bayou Texar. Shaded streets. Front porches. All that is what a home should be.

In this neighborhood is a sweet little bakery...Jay's. An institution. It closed a few years ago, but happily reopened soon after due to a united outcry from residents. We stopped there often due to my sugar cookie addiction. Stress related. The cookies were strictly medicinal.

"And I had but one penny in the world. Thou should’st have it to buy gingerbread."
¸.•*´¨`♥ William Shakespeare


"My name is Tre Cool, ....and i snort donut sprinkles,......kind of a sweet drain."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Green Day

"I don't do drugs. I am drugs."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Salvador Dali

“The grocery store is the great equalizer where mankind comes to grips with the facts of life like toilet tissue”
¸.•*´¨`♥ Joseph Goldberg

{Continue to part 2...}