First Year Finito

It's been a ridiculously long time since I posted to the blog.  Apparently that's what happens when you totally change your lifestyle.  In my case the transition from unemployment to working gal has not been so seamless.  Really it makes me wonder how anyone with both a full time job and kids actually blogs?  But I've seen the evidence; done all the time.  Oh well, at least I bothered to notice that I passed the one year milestone in the house.

Yep, it's been a year.  In some ways it was one of the slowest years of my life, since I wasn't working for much of it.  But still it had a lot of adapting to change, with a touch of mid-life crisis thrown in.  I've probably learned more about gardening in the past year than I did about job searching.  And I learned some about myself.  That I'm more of a homebody than I thought possible.  I was also reminded that I'm not so good about living in the moment, but am pretty good about bouncing back from tough experiences.

I'm very happy to say I still love the house. And so does Maisy.  I wish the weeds grew a lot slower, and that the old windows didn't leak air like  a sieve in the winter.  But I do look forward to getting  back home even before I leave on business trips now.  I don't remember ever feeling that way before.  Maybe it's the house, maybe it's just getting older.

Now my sister has bought a new house, and like my plan, it's the house for the next 20 years.  It will be fun to see how her first year of house unfolds.  Right now it's got Mom's piano in it and not much else.  I guess we'll see if that plan pans out for either of us.  I wonder if she's bought a ladder yet.  I still haven't.