News from the trenches.
It's been a while. Things have been good, and busy.
Hawai'i, as you might expect, was sublime. If you haven't already, you should check out my photos on Picasa.
Now I've been back for... just a little over a week. Most of this time has been spent preparing to leave again. Tonight's my last stabby practice in Ansteorra. Tomorrow is packing the car. Friday is closing the bank account. I'm taking off from San Antonio early Saturday morning and expect to roll into the Chapel Hill area late Sunday night. I'll spend Monday and Tuesday visiting peeps (hopefully some fencing happens in there too) and then move out again Wednesday morning, arriving at my folks' place in PA that afternoon. Then another few days visiting family - I've got two new nephews to traumatize - and hopefully, hopefully, I will be in Maine Saturday night, covered in hugs and smooches. I am so ready for that.
The question is, am I really ready to give up my self-centered wandering ways and help a good man through some tough times? I'd like to think so, but now that it's getting closer and closer, I've been getting these spurts of anxiety. It's been so nice thinking about nobody but myself. I really enjoy living by myself and not having to adapt to anyone else's needs (although I've done pretty well in a house full of children these past few months). I'm deliberately putting myself into a situation where it's abundantly clear that, while Joe may be my highest priority, I am not going to be his. I'm moving into the house he grew up in, with his parents still in it, as well as a lifetime of memories and comforts, and I have to learn to be comfortable there while maintaining as much of their comfort as possible. I'm relocating to a somewhat remote area (not really remote) after having become accustomed to getting whatever I want in a 10 minute drive. I'm entering a state where the employment prospects aren't that fabulous even in a good year. It's freaking cold in Maine. I don't have the sun for a garden or houseplants. The growing season is a bare 4 months long if I'm lucky. And I'm sure there are a bazillion other issues that will crop up that I've not thought of yet. Is it going to work?
Yeah. Yeah, I think it is. I think this anxiety stems from the fear we all get before Change Happens, and it's only shown up because Change is now Very Close. The universe has been shimmying me in this direction for some time; I've done what I came to San Antonio to do (although I didn't know it at the time). And aside from these nervous little blips, the situation feels 100% Right. Which is awesome.
Now all I have to do is get through 2,500 miles of highway.
Hawai'i, as you might expect, was sublime. If you haven't already, you should check out my photos on Picasa.
Now I've been back for... just a little over a week. Most of this time has been spent preparing to leave again. Tonight's my last stabby practice in Ansteorra. Tomorrow is packing the car. Friday is closing the bank account. I'm taking off from San Antonio early Saturday morning and expect to roll into the Chapel Hill area late Sunday night. I'll spend Monday and Tuesday visiting peeps (hopefully some fencing happens in there too) and then move out again Wednesday morning, arriving at my folks' place in PA that afternoon. Then another few days visiting family - I've got two new nephews to traumatize - and hopefully, hopefully, I will be in Maine Saturday night, covered in hugs and smooches. I am so ready for that.
The question is, am I really ready to give up my self-centered wandering ways and help a good man through some tough times? I'd like to think so, but now that it's getting closer and closer, I've been getting these spurts of anxiety. It's been so nice thinking about nobody but myself. I really enjoy living by myself and not having to adapt to anyone else's needs (although I've done pretty well in a house full of children these past few months). I'm deliberately putting myself into a situation where it's abundantly clear that, while Joe may be my highest priority, I am not going to be his. I'm moving into the house he grew up in, with his parents still in it, as well as a lifetime of memories and comforts, and I have to learn to be comfortable there while maintaining as much of their comfort as possible. I'm relocating to a somewhat remote area (not really remote) after having become accustomed to getting whatever I want in a 10 minute drive. I'm entering a state where the employment prospects aren't that fabulous even in a good year. It's freaking cold in Maine. I don't have the sun for a garden or houseplants. The growing season is a bare 4 months long if I'm lucky. And I'm sure there are a bazillion other issues that will crop up that I've not thought of yet. Is it going to work?
Yeah. Yeah, I think it is. I think this anxiety stems from the fear we all get before Change Happens, and it's only shown up because Change is now Very Close. The universe has been shimmying me in this direction for some time; I've done what I came to San Antonio to do (although I didn't know it at the time). And aside from these nervous little blips, the situation feels 100% Right. Which is awesome.
Now all I have to do is get through 2,500 miles of highway.