We arrived last week at our new home on Strawberry Lane. We sold our house in New Orleans, traveled 1400 miles with a dog and 2 cats, had a blundered house closing that forced us to stay a couple of extra nights in a motel with the four-legged gang and then a delayed furniture delivery that has meant 7 days in the new house without our stuff. (Some side notes: 1) motels that allow pets are not nice places to stay; 2) my lanky, European body was not designed to sleep or sit on the floor as a matter of daily living; and 3) not having cell phone coverage can move one from a state of extreme distress to pure liberation). But, it has indeed all come together. My mantra throughout this journey has been - everything is unfolding.
It has been quite wonderful to get to know our new surroundings - walks in our woods, getting the garden planted, building a fire pit for pagan rituals, finding the good stores (and the good micro-brews), and for my husband of German origins, cleaning out old junk left around by the previous owner and taking it to the dump (In his words, "I mean a free dump, what could be better than that?").
We've also been on somewhat of a media fast, which has been soul cleansing. I am now filling my consciousness with images of trees, wild turkeys, deer, the Catskills mountains, the creek in the woods, etc. It's way better than my previous and curious penchant for reality TV.
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