Switching Gears

I’m alone in my little studio apartment. I flew back to the Northwest Sunday. For the past 6 weeks I’ve been in our Glen Ellyn home enjoying my summer. I’ve puttered, taken walks & bike rides, gone to the community pool, taken the train to Chicago, hung out with three of my four kids, sipped wine, but most of all I’ve been enjoying time with my husband.

As soon as I was on the plane I felt a shift. I am now on my mission to allow our youngest a wonderful senior year of high school. I’m no longer in my two-story plus basement home with access to the convertible, my bike, my man…

I am now in a small, cute studio with my beautiful daughter, Northwest weather, a cook plate, water that won’t stay warm and a car that smells like apple cider vinegar due to a spill during “the move”.

I had a bit of trouble shifting gears when riding my purple bike, Violet. I suppose I need to give myself a bit of time to make the switch to this current situation. I trust God, but that doesn’t always make it easy. I’m thankful for dear friends here in the Harbor and a calendar that is suddenly full, but I’m still having a hard time.

Not only am I wishing my husband lived here so we could experience Sarah’s senior year together, but I’m mourning the loss of our puppy dog Sadie. Having her put down last week was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done (ranks up there with moving.) Tears come when I least expect them.

I’m aware that I need to give my emotions a bit of time to adjust to this change just like my body is adjusting from Central time to Pacific time. I know spending time with girlfriends will help me shift back to Harbor Life. For now, it's time to go to bed. Maybe I’ll unpack my suitcases tomorrow…