Well, if you're going to make a change, may as well make it big! I finished work on Friday and left my house of 30 years on the same day. Surprisingly, I was not overly emotional. My partner thought that perhaps I would be too upset to drive, but as I headed down the highway, I kept smiling at the thought of arriving at my new home in Fredericton, New Brunswick.
That is not to say that it was easy leaving a group of wonderful friends. But, in this day and age of social networking, instant communication I have more contact than ever with family and friends. I know--not the same thing as dropping in for a cup of tea. But, pretty darn close! In fact, I often did not drop in, because we were so busy with work, that I never wanted to leave the house once I finally did get home.
I see what my nieces and nephews are doing, and I hadn't seen them for years before the main life events of the past year: my father-in-law's passing, and my daughter's wedding.
So, we are here. I already met a gardener on the Tran-Canada path, and after complimenting her garden, she told me to come back to share some plants. I will get real soil, first. But, in the meantime, perhaps she wouldn't mind some willing hands to weed in her garden, while I pick her brains!
It is a good life transition.
That is not to say that it was easy leaving a group of wonderful friends. But, in this day and age of social networking, instant communication I have more contact than ever with family and friends. I know--not the same thing as dropping in for a cup of tea. But, pretty darn close! In fact, I often did not drop in, because we were so busy with work, that I never wanted to leave the house once I finally did get home.
I see what my nieces and nephews are doing, and I hadn't seen them for years before the main life events of the past year: my father-in-law's passing, and my daughter's wedding.
So, we are here. I already met a gardener on the Tran-Canada path, and after complimenting her garden, she told me to come back to share some plants. I will get real soil, first. But, in the meantime, perhaps she wouldn't mind some willing hands to weed in her garden, while I pick her brains!
It is a good life transition.
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