Greetings and good morning y’all! It has certainly been some time since my last post, but like all things in life, there has been a lot of things going on.
For instance, moving is never easy an easy task. Packing, sorting, cleaning, loading, unloading, unpacking, and setting up. It’s stressful, time consuming, hard work, expensive, and above all, physically draining. After living under my parent’s roof for four years, seeing to and helping them around the house because they’re only getting older, they decided they’re ready to live on their own and don’t need my help as much. I should have expected this, but I was busy, caught up in my own endeavors. So, when they told me they were moving, that they found a place, nearly everything I was working on, screeched to an unexpected halt. If it wasn’t for my amazing husband, I might have experienced emotional turmoil in epic proportions because there wasn’t any foresight, only a tight aftermath.
I’m not a religious person, but praying for guidance, strength, and some peace of mind is not beneath me. I did this everyday until the day we moved into the trailer I now call my home. A rustic two bedroom, single bathroom mobile home, settled in a quietly quaint mobile home park, managed by a couple, like ourselves. I personally have several things in common with our landlady, not including her name reflecting that of my late great-grandmother. As I mentioned, moving is expensive, and we used every penny to make it happen in record time. We have a couple small debts to pay off, but nothing to lose precious sleep over. Before finding this place, if it wasn’t for being genuinely exhausted every night, I would have lost sleep, caught between a rock and a hard place just trying to find a place to live. However, when every thing else fell through, this place became the light at the end of the long, dark, questionable tunnel. My prayers were answered.
It’s not quite been a week yet since we moved, but I was forced to take a week off from home-school and teaching. I’ve missed my Chinese students, but my daughter rather enjoyed the full week away. Unfortunately, now we’re facing Interim Assessments head on our first week back. We’ll be spending this week and the weekend catching up on missed assignments and such, but she’s a trooper and with me for a mother/learning coach, there’s nothing she can’t successfully accomplish. This morning, I taught my first class in our new place and it was awesome! It truly feels great to be back in my online classroom. I’ve missed my students with their smiling faces and energetic personalities.
We’re still settling in; down to a couple boxes left to unpack of bookshelf dust collectors, a pile of framed photos to hang, five full bookcases of books to reorganize, and a washer to replace a sensor in, but we’re happy. My parents are happier as well, living as just the two of them- something they have been striving close to 30 years for. They had to learn to live life separately before they could live life together. Now they’re embracing their golden years, living their happily ever after.
As for us, hubby and I are also embracing our separate solitude. Career oriented in our field of English literature and writing. Creating our heart’s desire, stories and art with added educational attributes. It’s our world.