I wish I could say a little downtime from editing photos and writing blog posts has done me a world of good, but really I’ve lost some typing dexterity and forgotten how to run photoshop. And that’s all I have to show for a month of silence. Hibernation is a way of life for me. I just accept that every winter I will feel the urge to shut down, burrow in and wait for warmer weather and brighter skies. Cooking soup and baking bread are about the only things I’m good at during February.
Plus I’m still settling in. So there’s that. And this must be the longest “settling in” in the history of ever, but each time I go to think we’ve well and truly adopted a new life here I realize I’m still a little lost. Still a little displaced. Still in between where I was and where I feel I should be going. Still waiting for something… And I’ve decided to give myself a break and be okay with feeling that way. For now.
Normalcy is a relative thing, but we are getting there. Current house count is 3 dogs, 2 cats, various reptiles, 1 great-grandmother, 2 grandparents, 2 parents and 2 kids. We’re spread between two and a half floors of living space, so toe smashing isn’t too much of a problem. But there’s this thing when you live on your own for so many years and then you move back in with your parents and you have a to bend a little this way and they have to bend a little that way just to make everyone fit lovingly together. Oh yeah, it’s called flexibility. I always considered myself to be lacking in that area. But I guess it’s never too late to learn.
This I know: when one is learning to bend, there is no better place than by the lake.
ps. Jackson is reading Harry Potter. I picked just one broom photo out of the ‘loads’. You’re welcome.