It slipped by without fanfare or notice; the only specific reminder I had was a "memory" post in a social media platform that reminded me that we had gone to the coast the day before.
In one way it is very hard to believe that it has been two years since my relocation. For example, it feels like I have been at my job for years, not just the two years that it has actually been. The seasons are starting to have a feel to them that is not "Good Lord, what is the weather?", followed by scurrying around to prepare. And the apartment feels as much as home as the house in New Home was, probably helped by the fact that A The Cat and J The Rabbit are here too.
In terms of me....there would probably be some value in reviewing my journals over the last two years. There are changes afoot, some changes that I can definitely see and some that buried that do not reveal themselves to me on first glance. And some, I suspect, that are still working themselves out.
Moments like these make me reflect on the impermanence of life. Certainly if you had asked me four years ago if I thought this would be where I was, I would have laughed at you. Sure, moving back in the direction of The Ranch and closer to my parents would have been ideal, but there was no way in my then-current circumstances that this was going to happen. There was no job and I was far too entrenched in my life there to think that I could move anywhere.
Then, of course, life happened because God happens.
It has been a good two years overall. I have found friends. I have continued to train. I continue to slowly find my place and my people here.
And to top that all off, we are at the beginning of Spring. The trees are blooming.
Life is indeed good.
I am amazed quite often by memories on the Book of Face and how they correlate with my perceived passage of time.
ReplyDeleteTime flies eh TB? OBTW beginning back on the sixteenth it's National Introvert Week, act accordingly..........:)
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