Here we are. In the very familiar. Without the very familiar. Up until the moment I pull into my driveway, I am not ready to be home. Then I walk into my house, and sigh. I'm home. For a few days, I will have a quiet sense of being in two places at once - the shadows of one home flitting over my daily life here. A little like a movie changing between two views on slow fade. Then it will fade away and I will be here.
We pulled in at night, and the first thing I did was run to my garden. Did it survive? Are there things growing? Yes. Sorely neglected, badly in need of weeding and pruning, but there is life there! And our house was spotless with food ready for us - thanks to our new coworkers.
Today, the kids went to school. Happy to see their friends. I am thoroughly enjoying one day without four chattering voices. Quiet. Ahhh...
And missing things - mountains, fresh air, beautiful views, time to walk, friends, talking time.
But I am home. Now I will begin to post again, I think. So to start off with, a question:
If you could change one thing about yourself (no, no super-spiritual answers of character traits or anything), what would you chose?
For me, if I could chose one thing, I would chose to be able to sing. Not just sing like manage to get along in church without being way off, but to be able to sing well enough to sing alone. Just to sing. I love music. Love singing. That would be what I would chose - far above being skinny, or having beautiful waist length dark hair, or being athletic, or a few inches taller... let me be able to sing!