Where oh where oh where did my muse disappear to? Is that the right word...the ability to think, comment, and meditate? I dunno. Something profound happened when we moved 5 years ago to Michigan. My blog writing almost entirely dried up. Became a desert land in what had once been a fertile oasis! When we lived in Portland, Oregon, I couldn't wait to get to my computer keyboard most days and just rattle on. My high school Creative Writing teacher, Anne Hartley, who was a great believer in stream of consciousness writing, would have been proud of me. Maybe it's because Dear Hubby and I were a little past our prime, into our late 50's when we made this -- to us -- monumental move. 2400 miles from all that had been familiar our entire lives. Far from family and friends. Far from the church we'd worshiped at for 35 years. Dear Hubby left a job he'd had for 32 years, to take on a brand new one that was starting from scratch and a totally different line of work. A new state, a new climate, people of a much different mindset from the very liberal West Coast. When we moved into our new house I had to use my GPS to even find a nearby grocery store! We knew absolutely nothing about where we'd moved to. One huge blessing was the fact our entire core family -- Dear Hubby, myself, our son, his wife, our daughter, and our grandsons -- all moved here together. But we were the only familiar faces we knew.
We bought a house in a very comfortable, friendly neighborhood. Dear Hubby's work took him out of town a lot and I was allowed to ride along with him on the road trips so the first couple years here we covered a lot of territory. We saw all kinds of sights we never dreamed we'd see when we lived out West. Traveled thru many states. Began attending a little branch church of our faith in Kitchener, Ontario, which is a 3 1/2 hour drive from where we live near Detroit. Our two grandsons began attending a wonderful school here and made lots of friends and got involved in sports. The business we all came here to help establish thrived and grew beyond the owner's expectations. It's a good life. I am the only one in our family who hasn't traveled back to Oregon. I have felt since I moved here like I'd come home, and I still feel that way. I have no desire to go visit.
I've got a good life established here for myself, too. Between friends in Kitchener and those in the Thumb area of Michigan at another church we began attending because health issues don't allow me to travel so far any more, I have a satisfying social life. At this stage in life my grandsons are now old enough where I'm not needed so much like I was when they were little guys. So when my hip and back issues allow I like to volunteer at their school. I've also taken care of a darling little boy before school for the past two years.
But you've got to be ready for the forks in the road that come along.
We recently found out our daughter is moving back to Oregon next month. As a single, she's missed her life and friends there a lot since we moved here. Work over the years has been so busy...and long hours and very physical. She's worn out and burned out. An opportunity to make the move has opened up and she's jumping at the chance to make it. I can't blame her. I can't hold her back. But, boy...am I going to miss her. And, because of trying to avoid Social Security tax penalties, after school gets out on Thursday I will no longer be taking care of the little boy who has grown to be like another grandson.
Those are my forks.
I don't know how I feel about them, either.
But I've never been resistant to change. I wouldn't have moved to Michigan if I had been, would I?
Neither goodbye is going to be without tears. You might even hear my heart crack in two.
Life's book is so full of different chapters. You come to a new one, you turn the page. New lessons to learn. It's a fact of Life. But it doesn't make it any easier.