Saturday, July 4, 2015
Getting used to things.
It is going to take some time, getting used to being just me and my little dog. And the goats and the chickens and my garden. And the pony and the duck. It is going to take some time to get used to the fact that I can sew in the middle of the night without waking anyone and that there really isn't any reason for me to come straight home after work. No one will be waiting for me.
Maybe I'll get a second, part-time job and save for a train trip out to visit my oldest son or that quilting cruise to Ireland. Maybe I will read all of those books that I've been wanting to read. Maybe I will, I should, finish the quilts that I've started. I can get up early in the morning and run. I can run at midnight if I want. Which I don't but I could. This will be a whole new life for me. My and my 'little' boy, who will be graduating in another couple of years. I'm sure there are still some tears left to shed but I'm feeling better about the changes.