We have been on the road for 5 days. It has been a roller coaster of a ride. Sometimes light hearted laughter and fun, sometimes fear of the unknown has been too strong and would overtake one or both of us. Honestly, neither of us had ever considered leaving California. It’s home. His, a small paradise called Santa Barbara and mine, the greater Los Angeles area which has its beauty if you know where to look. Together we made our life in Ventura. Truthfully thought we’d die there.
We will leave behind my youngest child, my 5 siblings, their spouses and children, his 2 surviving siblings, dear friends and extended family and basically what we know, the familiar. We will take with us way too much shit and our dog, who will love Washington
Washington/Oregon are quite lovely to look at. We’ve found a few neighborhoods that we think we could call home. Money is not going quite as far as we had hoped but then, when does it ever? A tiny, growing town called Ridgefield is top on our list. It’s quaint, has a quite a few BLM and Love is Love signs which encourages me that we could find some like minded people and is near water. Boys Scout sees himself getting a little boat and doing some fishing. I see myself gardening with ample water. Who knows.
One thing I have learned in my recovery process is if I allow myself to feel my feelings instead of numbing them, they come and they go. They don’t dig in and grab hold. The tears I shed yesterday morning and the suffocating fear of losing my job of 38 years led to a quiet subdued day but this morning I feel stronger.
It’s overcast this morning so no sunrise. Disappointing. But we golf for the first time later today and that’ll be fun.
Linda and Boy Scout on the move. Watch out!
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