I haven't posted in awhile. So much has been going on, it has been hard to find the time.
Let me start off by saying I was offered a position with a large medical practice which will require a move of about 120 miles from where I currently live. The salary and the "fit" all seem right, so I have accepted the position with great enthusiasm. I have spent the last few weeks preparing for this new adventure.
First there was the task of finding a place to call home. I almost immediately stumbled upon a small community of "storybook cottages" and my soul was immediately drawn to them. Despite looking at several other options, I just kept going back to these cottages. Ultimately, I decided to go with what my heart and soul were telling me from the beginning and made a yellow cottage with purple trim my selection. It has 2 bedrooms and a loft and it is the perfect size to start my new life.
Then came the daunting task of furnishing the place. I had made the decision to not bring anything from my old life into my new life, with the exception of furniture given to me after my grandmother's death. Simple pieces that had been in her home my entire life. Those, I will not leave behind. After several furniture store stops, and then circling back around to all of them once again, I decided on a living room set I had spotted my first time around. Again, I should have saved myself time and aggravation and just gone with my gut instincts to begin with, but we have to look, don't we? So, new living room, new mattress and box springs, new "smalls", new area rugs, new, new, new...
Now, the packing begins. I am not taking much. As I said, just the things I possessed prior to my marriage or bequeathed to me after my grandmother's death. My red avon glass collection my mother gave me for my 30th birthday. (She finally felt I was grown enough to handle the responsibility of the ownership.) And pictures. Pictures of my kids, of my memories, of the times when things were fun. And my books. It would be like leaving a part of my soul to leave my books behind.
A week left until the move. The U-Haul is rented. A couple good friends are helping me with the move. Before I know it, I will be there. Starting over. Doing it right this time. I am promising myself to do it right this time. Don't we owe it to ourselves?
Life is funny. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But in the middle, you find yourself.
Today was productive. Tonight will be sleep-filled. Tomorrow, is another day to do the right things again.
Peace and love.
