A year ago today I arrived in Richmond, VA after making the long, two day trip from Maine in step one of my journey to my new home. I remember the excitement of having lunch with my wonderful friend Shari and being excited and yes, a little apprehensive about just what I was doing. After all, how many 45 year old women pack up a handful of belongings in their little car and leave family behind to temporarily relocate in an attempt to find a new home in yet another state.
Now I look back on that time as precious, time I got to spend with friends in a place that had once been my home. My friend gave me more than a place to live for five months, she gave me the gift of a real home during that time. Never once did I feel like an outsider and I know that to this day she would have loved for me to stay.
As tempted as I was, deep inside I knew that it wasn’t where my path was leading.
Recalling the past year, I remember just how scary the whole experience was. Second guessing my decisions was almost a daily event. Even now, somedays, when client payments are overdue and it’s been months since I’ve seen my daughter, I still question my sanity.
But then, I really look at where I am, what I’ve accomplished and where my path seems to be leading now. I know that although to the outside world my choices might have appeared frivolous, they were exactly the right ones for me. My son and I enjoy our home here in NC. And my soul feels like it’s found where it belongs.
I like to imagine years down the road. I see myself surrounded by friends and yes, even some family members. I visualize how it will be to look back on all of this and be able to smile and know exactly why my path to home took such unusual twists and turns.
Well ! It is about time. I was starting to think I was the only one still blogging anymore. And that is pretty sporadic, but lately a bit more often. LOL
I’m glad to see that things are going better and that you are enjoying your new life. Big hugs.