For a while there, my life was an insane asylum. My home was in constant turmoil and I was at a loss as to what to do. I didn't have anyone to talk to, really. At least not someone who could understand and offer useful advice.
These last few weeks have been such a change. Tranquility has reigned in my house...my NEW house. As I've been unpacking, decorating, meeting new neighbors, marveling at the fact that my kids haven't been at each others' throats, hitting yard sales for things that I need [I found an almost new dining room table and chairs that perfectly matches my other furniture for $75!!!], planning a yard sale of my own, gaining a greatly needed extra income, and generally keeping busy with a multitude of chores...I've also found time to get to know my children again. Across the street from the new house is a large park with basketball courts, a heated pool, and spa, volleyball court, and picnic area. And it's sort of become a home away from home.
I've sort of lamented in the past about my being alone in a houseful of people, but as I wrestle with my daughter and get dunked underwater...as I shoot hoops with my son and his friends...as I pair up with a friend [whom I met at the church that my daughter attends now...go figure] to walk our dogs as the sun sets over the mountains in the distance, I think that maybe...just maybe...I can live with it.
Things have changed for the better in my life. During this time of looming depression, I'm suddenly doing better financially than I have been in months. I'm catching up on bills that had long been overdue and paying off my debts. I can almost...ALMOST...afford that little weekend vacation that I've been lamenting about for a while.
So yeah...I can live with being alone for a while...
I just don't particularly want to.
