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.
ReplyDeleteEd, I just got one today from 10 years ago. Funny how quickly children change in that time.
DeleteTime flies eh TB? OBTW beginning back on the sixteenth it's National Introvert Week, act accordingly..........:)
ReplyDeleteNylon12, it really does. And it is picking up speed.
DeleteGack! I missed most of Introvert week? Dang it, I need to go hide in the closet all weekend to make up...
I love the saying…”Bloom where you’re planted.” It has taken me almost 14 years to bloom at New Home 3.0. We went from the great Up North to the Deep South. Big adjustment weather-wise, home-maintenance wise, and culture-wise. Over the years I whined and complained, practically begged to move back “home”. Last Fall I found a great gym, and have finally realized no place is perfect, and it takes a conscious effort to thrive anywhere.
ReplyDeleteAnonJ - I had not of that quote (though of course I have heard it), but that is the perfect phrase.
DeleteI struggled to with our move from Old Home to New Home as well. We were there almost 15 years, and do not know that I ever really "considered" it home until far too late: mostly it was a place that I was at temporarily until I could return to my "real" home. Turns out that real home is where you make it, not where you think it is.
Thanks for sharing. It gives me hope (and yes, a great gym makes all the difference).
W. in CA
ReplyDeleteMarch 24, 2024 was Palm Sunday. We were preparing for church. I never got to drink that cup of coffee. My headache turned into a seizure on the kitchen floor, another in the ER as they were loading me into the machine. My neurologist confirmed I was very blessed. The stroke I had kills most people. The seizures were because the vessel broke and blood was touching brain tissue it shouldn't, Hemoragic Stroke. Two years of repeated blessings from the Lord and faithful help from my husband. I am recovering, maybe this it. Not 100%, but good enough. Can drive under 25 mph, but not more or around much traffic. Parking is a challenge I can't seem to master, go figure! Eye/hand coordination is funny, what works and what is off. Seems right, then it isn't. Family, again, showed their true colors...
Only with faith have I not deconstructed in this world as it is. Only with the Lord's help have I kept on, mostly positive. I'm melancholy as it is, or maybe I'm a realist. I have woken up my whole life believing that maybe this day will be better. Sometimes, thankfully, it is!
To live is Christ, to die is gain. So thankful Paul put that in writing for us all.
W - Wow. Thanks for sharing. I know a little about strokes, as both my best friend The Director had one (at an uncomfortably young age) as well as TB The Elder, who never really recovered from his.
DeleteYour mindset puts me in memory of a quote from Henry Ford: Think you can or think you cannot. Either way, you will be right. Looking for the good in every day is exactly like that.
Super glad you are on the (long term) mend and found your way here!