The days lately have gone by so fast, they literally have blurred into one another. Except for the few minutes before I fall asleep, I've had little time to be sad or think about the enormity of this move. The rooms are mostly empty now, and all the marks of our years here are shining bright, taking me back through fifteen wonderful years. If I stand in the middle of the room and close my eyes, I can hear us, I can see us. Little boys are now grown and Chad and I are alone together again.
It was one year ago this week that I was at the farm with my father and Chad called to tell me he had been offered a job. Tomorrow, as I drive away from the only home I've known, leaving my son and lifelong friends behind, I will probably understand better what this year has really been about.
|the last blooms picked from my garden.|