Things Come Together
Things fall apart.
Decorating continues at the new place and I am realizing I need lots of new things to hang on walls. It’s terrible, right? Having to buy art is just the WORST. Life is indeed a struggle.
The kids started school and happily, they both seem to love it. I convinced Destry to take beginning guitar, allowing him to borrow one of my instruments until he determines his love or hatred for learning to play.
I hope he loves it as I would be thrilled to have someone to play with every day.
Sheryl and I took our first walk around the lake and having someplace equally beautiful to explore as the walks around our old neighborhood made this area feel more like home.
The landscape is completely different with vast open spaces filled with wild grasses and thistles, and I do still miss the massive hills, the proximity to the mountains and the city, but the comfort I feel as I walk in my house convinces me it won’t be too long until everything around us is as familiar as anything in the old neighborhood.
My daily patters are still unsettled. I find it harder than I expected to get into a writing schedule. A great deal of the uncertainty comes from still getting things put together in the house, kids returning to school and the obvious fact that I am in a completely different place, physically and emotionally.
I’m going to ride this out and see where the waves take me.