Yes I know, incredibly few and far between of me and my posting on EBATW. The only comfort that I have about my inconsistency (not my being incontinent) is that no one reads thing thing anyway.
Well here goes..
I have been finding my self staying close to home this summer, in fact more so than I can remember in my life. I’m very happy and content to be angling around my now not so new home, reading in my hammock, weeding my yard and trying to get my patchy lawn to look just like the eighteenth green at Augusta. Not in that order and FYI go easy on the fertilizer!
This feeling of contentment / satisfaction is something that escaped me for a long time, and I didn’t notice it was missing until I noticed that I had it. Kind of funny how things that your looking for in what turns out to be the absolutely wrong place, manifest them self’s in completely new ways.
It’s such a relief to know exactly where I want to be and for that matter where I don’t want to be these days. I’ve found that there is a little something / something to putting down roots! That seems to give me clarity, and a bunch more questions that I happy not to answer right away. I thnink it's knowing exactly where home is, that takes the pressure off having to answer any of those questions right away!
I guess when I wrote “It’s good to have friends in suburbia” I was referring to my home and the feeling that I have when I’m there, but this weekend I went north to visit with some friends and it took on additional meaning. My pals also live in northern California suburbia and most recently they have been missing from the list of usual suspects at various evenings in the big city and weekend trips out of town. For a while I was a bit disappointed, but the more I thought about it, all the more I understood their absence and my growing contentment with being homebody.
The big surprise…...some of our needs in life will never change but what fulfills them will.