Letting Go
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I didn't get past my 4th decade on this Earth without having had to let go of a lot of things. It's never easy, but the good news is, every heartache is given to us for a reason, to either teach us something or lead us somewhere better, even though it often doesn't feel that way at first (e.g. giant spiders in Lord of the Rings, remember?)
A change that proved pivotal for me, because it both taught me a lesson and led me to a better place, was when I had to let go of my beloved little house---the one where my babies were born, the one I Martha-Stewarted the bejeezus out of, the one I thought I'd never leave---to move my family out west. I'm talking 1/2 hour west, practically straight down Roosevelt Road from one western Chicago 'burb to another. Pathetic, I know.
But it was a really, really tough decision for me. I'd firmly established myself in the miniature suburban Utopia of Glen Ellyn---how could I possibly be as happy in Batavia? Well guess what, circumstances being what they were (the relative price of real estate, the me not working full time, the husband's freakish tallishness that proved incompatible with the quirkier areas of the home), the move I fought against happened, and the doughnut committee at Benjamin Franklin Elementary School just had to find itself a new chairwoman. And I had to grow up and realize that the world wouldn't combust if things didn't go exactly the way I'd always foreseen them.
Because Someone Else foresees much better. I see now that the move helped me shed some things I needed to shed, and it put my family in a corner of the world that's a much better fit for us. I like this house we're in now. I like it a lot. But I don't love it. I love the people who live here and the ones who visit and the experiences we have inside. I'm in a better place.
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Comments
Thanks for joining in with the bloghop!
I'm glad you've made the best of a tough move. Martha Stewart is overrated.
Love,
Janie
(The 'freakish tallishness' bit made me smile through that tight little feeling the rest of it had me sensing in my chest.)
On the bright side is a clean house, for a few months anyways, lol.
......dhole
On a side note...I bought your book. Saw it during Alex's last hop and since I am an eighties junkies, I did the click to buy. Can't wait to read it!
I'm checking in from the blog hop.
I had no idea... It is sad puling up roots. But you made it work for you.. AND you are not alone. Imagine having to do that by yourself for work, or you couldn't afford it on your own anymore.
I know how you feel. I left my beloved city and have never had the chance to move back... I regret it every day, but if I hadn't left, I wouldn't have had all the experiences in the other cities I have lived in, which eventually took me to Chicago and meeting YOU!
So you see, sometimes we have to leave our homes and move on.
Ah, hell, my vision.s blurring... you've mad a grown man cry.... happy now.. Lol.
I have a new excerpt from my new wip.. the film noir novella at my blog... drop by if you get a sec.