After twenty years at the same address I have moved. I’d never lived anywhere that long before, yet it came as a shock that we had begun considering moving this time last year.
I realized earlier today that it’s been more than six months since my last electronic chronicles were recorded here. Life and opportunity got in the way of blogging. However, when I scan this new place, I see I’ve been very busy putting pen to paper in many journals found pretty much all over the place. Amid paint cans, the chipper/shredder, the wheelbarrow and a multitude of unfinished knitting projects.
During the months away from the laptop I visited my brother in his new place in Colorado and went for a road trip with my mom. I even got back to Orcas Island for a bit. But then life took one of those wacky unforeseen turns. During those many blurry weeks we were scrambling between a total of four different residences and none of us (husband, dad-in-law, me) really lived anywhere. We were just kind of perching amid the shambles of a major life upheaval.
Three months ago, I was a small town girl living close to downtown (ugh, I see that sounds eerily like a Journey song) in a neighborhood my husband had called home for nearly 40 years. Now I live in the country (along with husband) with cottontails, quail, feral cats, too much horehound, views, and incredible, peaceful quietude. On a road named after this beautiful and fragrant native shrub. Now I am contemplating raising llamas or maybe chickens if I can figure out the predator prey situation. Just like real life!
Here’s to navigating the inevitable as gracefully as possible while taking in the sights, sounds and smells of this beautiful new/old house.
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