I‘d been feeling a bit “adrift” as of late.
Friends here told me it was the weather---the sunny, 65º days interspersed between days with snow flurries, freezing temperatures and wind.
I didn’t think it had anything to do with the weather since everyone had warned me it would be like this.
[Early this morning after dropping off the teenager.]
Friends here told me it was the weather---the sunny, 65º days interspersed between days with snow flurries, freezing temperatures and wind.
I didn’t think it had anything to do with the weather since everyone had warned me it would be like this.
[Early this morning after dropping off the teenager.]
This morning after class, while waking and talking with a new friend, it hit me—the reason I have been feeling adrift as of late.
It has nothing to do with the “adventure” being stale, which is what I was worried it might be.
[This morning the teenager tried to capture the sun peeking through the heavy cloud cover to shine on the Snowies.]
In less than four months, we will have been here a year, which means during this next year we will need to decide what to do about our house back east.
If we sell, I will lose my sense of equilibrium.
I have had a fixed address in the D.C. area for 32 years—somewhere to call home and a place to always return to.
Without a fixed address, I will feel un-tethered, adrift so to speak, or like Tom Petty, who is perpetually “free, free fallin.”
I feel this HUGE sense of relief!
[Ditto: another shot by the teenager]
It has nothing to do with the “adventure” being stale, which is what I was worried it might be.
[This morning the teenager tried to capture the sun peeking through the heavy cloud cover to shine on the Snowies.]
In less than four months, we will have been here a year, which means during this next year we will need to decide what to do about our house back east.
If we sell, I will lose my sense of equilibrium.
I have had a fixed address in the D.C. area for 32 years—somewhere to call home and a place to always return to.
Without a fixed address, I will feel un-tethered, adrift so to speak, or like Tom Petty, who is perpetually “free, free fallin.”
I feel this HUGE sense of relief!
[Ditto: another shot by the teenager]
Feeling off kilter has nothing to do with being unhappy here, which is what had me worried.
No. Instead, it has to do with a fear of feeling stateless—homeless—landless.
Okay. I over dramatize. I have a home here, in Laramie.
However, it’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks…
Change is hard, and takes time getting used to—even if one happens to like the change.
So now, I know and I thank my new friend, for helping me to see what I could not see on my own.
I guess that’s what friends are for…
No. Instead, it has to do with a fear of feeling stateless—homeless—landless.
Okay. I over dramatize. I have a home here, in Laramie.
However, it’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks…
Change is hard, and takes time getting used to—even if one happens to like the change.
So now, I know and I thank my new friend, for helping me to see what I could not see on my own.
I guess that’s what friends are for…
No comments:
Post a Comment