This week I was reading Pat’s blog post on Courage and the New Year and she finished by asking what word speaks strongly for this new year. The word that quickly arose for me was “stability”. It’s not that I’m against change, it’s simply that for the past year I’ve been constantly packing bags and travelling back and forth, living in two places. My home, and another’s. And neither feels like the home I wish to have. My cats and dog have adapted extremely well to the situation, to the extent that now when the travelling crate comes out, Pixel goes in immediately and settles down. Frank is slightly more reluctant and always voices his disapproval at the beginning of the trip, but overall he’s pretty good. Fred, well, he’s a dog and a terrier, so he’s always up for a trip in the car.
It’s me who’s feeling weary of it. Seeking solutions. Seeking stability. I still want to work on my friend’s garden as I find bringing it into order a very satisfying experience. But it’s too far from my place for a quick half day visit, and so entails packing and unpacking…….
When I moved to my beach cottage last year, I initially only took out a six month lease as I wasn’t sure how I’d adapt to no longer living in the middle of a very very large cow paddock. Well, it has been tough as even though I’m not crammed into a suburban block as such but look out onto the ocean in front and a paddock out back, I’ve still got to contend with road traffic….and Fred spends far too much time on a leash. Not what we are used to, and now I don’t think what we can get used to….. I’m too old a dog myself to learn that new trick.
We want to be wandering paddocks like this again…..
And find some gold……
I’ve extended my lease for another three months while I continue the search for something to fits our needs better, and gives me that much needed sense of stability. Or else I’ll simply hit the road……….