It’s pretty here in Utah and much like Doug in Up I spend my day in a constant swivel “Squirrel!” There are things to do, place to see, sun to soak up. It can be stressfull at times because everything is new. New doctor, new dentist, new guy to fix the violin when we break the strings. New place to go to update your driver’s license, four times, but that is a whole other story.
I can get easily overwhelmed by all the newness. I lived in the same small town in Washington since I was 13 (except for a four year college experience in Eastern Washington). I went to the doctor that delivered my babies, I went to the dentist who we used to snowboard and hike mountains with before we all had kids. My kids were in school and activities with the children of people I was in school and activities with. My mother in law was the librarian and I was know to everyone as her daughter in law or Scott’s wife or the boys mom.
I don’t really miss it. I miss my friends, and my quilters. I miss my neighbors and my dog. But I don’t miss having everyone know your business, or everyone think they know your business because they knew you when you were 16. Hello. Changed, just a little. I miss the sound of the creek and the stillness of the road. I miss the comfort of the Burrow but not the dampness or the drips. Not never being warm.
It is strange to go to the grocery store, any of them, and not run into seven people you know and four that you hide from in the frozen food sections because they will NEVER stop talking! And you have to get home.
It is all new, and it lacks the rhythm of our life before, but we are slowly find a new rhythm our mornings full of school, our afternoons with new activities. As things settle I’m drawn back to my blog, but find myself re reading posts about my old life. It’s time to start posting about the new things so I can look back at when they were all new and shiny and “Squirrel!”
Winters on the Wing-Secret Garden