Bob and I have been on the fast-track ever since we returned home from our trip to Europe at the end of April. Our feet hit the ground running, or maybe they were shuffling and dragging. Who can remember! All I can tell you is – it’s been non-stop (our lives, not our flight from Europe).
Over the summer we had enough major events in our lives to do our own Lifetime made-for-TV movie. Our youngest son got married. Our middle son, his wife, and their baby, who had been living with us, moved to Michigan. We sold our home of 32 years. The home in which we raised our kids. The home that Bob drew up the initial plans for. The home which we had chosen every detail from floor to ceiling. The home that was in a neighborhood where most of our closest friends live. Okay, enough of that. And, we bought and moved into a new (for us) house. Now, after forty years of marriage, we are official empty-nesters.
This morning as I was trying to get pictures hung on the wall, I wasn’t prepared for how difficult it would be to hang this one. I’m not talking about my usual challenge to do anything handy around the house either.
I remember when I bought it. It was an encouragement. Now it confuses me.
Yet, I cannot sit in the silence of my lovely new home and not write. Soon I will have the last of the pictures hung and the last box unpacked. What will my excuse be then?
So today is a small beginning for me. This is my first written offering from my new home. It was not without challenge. I am writing in a new space with less ready-made distractions – no neighbors that I know and no people living with my husband and me (especially no cute little grandbaby). It’s going to take some getting used to. I can do that. I got used to eating spinach.
For now, I think I’ll post this and go hang my picture.