When I became a divorced empty nester in the fall of 2021, I almost immediately created a list of the things I wanted to do.
I had a fulfilling life in Seattle, including a lovely home, exposure to gorgeous nature, and a thriving executive coaching practice. I’d devoted many years to raising my fabulous sons, who were now in their 20s. But I was yearning for a new kind of experience.
Right at the top of my adventure list were month-long stints in beautiful places, ideally two or three per year. The idea was to go someplace and burrow in, to be less of a visitor and more of a resident.
I was able to have many shorter adventures over the past three years, like a solo week in the Santa Fe area, a trip to see the magnificent gray whales in Puerto Chale, Baja, and a 10-day museum and sightseeing expedition in New York City. But …