Enjoying the scenery. Smelling the flowers-
Watching & living the seasons as they come and go.
And then there's a curve. Sometimes unexpected.
And then a warning sign. Not only is the road ending, but it's means changing directions.
And that means stop.
The stop sign appeared very abruptly this morning with a phone call.
"We have a house".
I really don't go out walking much. It's a shame. I admire others who do, I know I should.
During the 2 1/2 years we've lived here I am ashamed at how few times I've found myself out walking the road.
The times that I have tho, I always have found myself intrigued by those road signs. It seems the story of my life. I cannot imagine growing up, living in the same house for *18* years. It didn't happen with me.
I can't imagine living in the same house all my *married-grown-up* years. It didn't happen with us either.
In January this year, the road looked the same. There was no changes in sight.
then the curve. A new job across the state. Since then the future & distance has been pretty much obscured from sight. It has been tolerable, but very bumpy and uncertain.
Time passes. Some days drag, but mostly the weeks fly by.
And then there's the sign.
It's means decision,
It means change.
As opinionated as I can be, decisions are not my strong point.
It can make my life pretty miserable.
Mostly for myself, but probably somewhat for others who have to listen to me too.
So how long from the warning sign to the stop sign? Sometimes it
seems to go on for a long time.
In reality really not so long.
And sometimes the decision is taken right out of my hands
and if it's something that I've been really searching the answer for
in the right place, that is a good thing.
The stop sign is right in front of me now, it's time to let go
and move on.
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Then again-
how insignificant my changes seem
in light of other things that have happened this year.
Some friends lost a child.
Some lost loved ones.
Causalities.
Shootings in the news.
Fires have been burning, it's changed peoples plans, their days,
in some cases taken their homes or livlihood.
My friend deals with cancer. A life altering experience.
And me?
Well, I get a change of scenery.
The opportunity to make new friends,
expand our horizons,
live with my husband again,
and set to work re-decorating a new house!
I have been thankful I've lived my life in just a few houses. The main thing is to be thankful for life, however you live it, in many houses or few. It is generally the mom that makes the home, not the house. Life has never been promised to us without curves, for sure. I hope you will soon find another resting place.
ReplyDeletech-ch-ch-changes.........exciting and scary at the same time. best of luck to you all!
ReplyDeleteWow Mrs J, I must say that I am on the fringes of a great literary circle. You and Mrs K, and also Mrs K's sis-in-law B, are wordsmiths of the highest order! And have this amazing ability to make life sound quite doable (just looked that word up cuz it looked so stupid, but it means "within one's powers; feasible"). Though I must say it is easier when you don't try to work it all in your own power, I still like how you are able to put your experiences into words that reassure us we might be able to handle some bumps, too!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for your future life in west NE!
Dorothy K
Well my dear sis...a decade ago who would of thought that we would be exchanging "spots"?? In 2000 if someone would have told me that we'd be moving to Kearney in a couple of years & you would be moving to Bridgeport a decade after that I would have given my usual "hoot"!! but aren't we thankful we aren't the ONE planning such moves & choices!?!?
ReplyDeleteYour hearts will be stretched and your horizons expanded beyond what you can imagine. "Fitting in" brings marvelous blessings :)
Love you MORE!!!
Loved this post - so glad you have a house - let the re-decorating begin!
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine how your creative juices will flow as you decorate your new abode. Looking forward to seeing pictures in the future. Wishing you all the best as you flow with the changes.
ReplyDeleteWell, after 9 moves, living in 3 states, and living in a motel for weeks, months at a time, I can say that you will survive! And you will come out better for it. We have had so many great experiences along the way and met so many people. God's kingdom is so large and the best part is you will just expand your friend base. Enjoy the decorating and house hunting (fun part). I'm sure you'll look back on this time as a great experience!
ReplyDeleteYay, I am so excited that you and Leon are getting back together. I honestly don't know how people do that long term.
ReplyDeleteI've watched your moves from place to place for many years now and I must say that you bring beauty to each place you go. Wish you always the best and maybe I'll get to see you more! Love ya'! :)
ReplyDeleteI have wondered and waited to hear about where you were in this new chapter of your life.
ReplyDeleteMoving...that word alone encompasses so many emotions. It's thrilling...yet scary.
It's exciting...yet sad.
It's hard....yet easy.
Oh'....I could go on, but we know who leds and plans our way, and are so thankful for that!
Can't wait to follow you down the road...via blogging and FB. :-)
All the best! Enjoyed this post!!
ReplyDeleteOh Maxine, I have missed you! Hope all is going well as you start this new chapter!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you, alison