2020 – The cliff or the drop?

At the end of 2019, I felt like maybe I was was standing close to the edge of a cliff. I was in the process of making updates on our house so that we could then put it on the market. In my mind , the plan was to fix everything up during the Winter and Spring and possibly Summer and move during the Summer so my kids could finish their school year. I’m so thankful God had other plans that included us moving early, because I could not imagine having to be a two household household during COVID like we had been for almost two years prior. Sometimes, though, when I think about all of the challenging situations that went on this past year (like navigating this real estate market – a moment of silence – *whew*), I think I’m on the other side, but I am regularly checking the ground around me.

One thing I am sure about, though, is that I am living my life with an urgency and a respect for every opportunity with an equal respect for the importance of taking care of myself and those around me.

Old and New.

This weekend has been a virtual celebration of family and friends, old and new, for which I am sincerely grateful. Three generations of my family (in four different states) got together and caught up with the latest and greatest news of our lives, some of my friends had gatherings and even though I spent a lot of time in front of a screen, it was completely worth it. With all of the webinars, web parties, virtual meetings and conference calls I have attended this year, sometimes I wonder if I will ever be able to feel comfortable at a regular social event again. I hope so.

The Gratitude Journal.

A little over a month ago I had a lot of feelings to process. The kids and I were still navigating at home school, we were looking at all options for our next home, while adjusting to life in a new city with the pandemic. The election was winding down, or at least I hoped it was. I could put whatever I wanted into the journal, but every day I had to express thankfulness for something in my life. It was originally slated for November, but as November came to an end, I decided to extend it until the end of December. I have heard it said that gratitude turns what we have into enough, and after the past month and ten days, I must agree.

The Emerald City

In a lot of ways, our arrival in the Seattle Area felt like how, in the Wizard of Oz, everything goes from faded grayscale tones to technicolor. All I needed were a pair of ruby (or silver) slippers. For the first time in two years, my entire family was under one roof on a day to day basis. In an entirely different location. A lot of things were convenient at our old home, but we were walking distance to just about anything we needed in our new location and a short drive from several metropolitan areas. We were all glad to get used to being together. Now all we had to do was get everyone settled in school and figure out where this whole Coronavirus thing was going to go. It had arrived in the United States in the Seattle Area. And many of the tech employers (including my husband’s ) had sent employees home to work, which made the end of our move a lot easier.