Also, an empty backyard. No plants, no grass. Just dirt and a few bent nails left by the builder.
We go out and stare at the dirt a lot.
It’s hard starting over.
Maybe I’m just a moody type of person but I find this a
metaphor for where I am right now. Starting over in a few ways and trying to
make it all work.
While we lived in this part of California before – a couple
of times, actually – our house is in a city that’s unfamiliar. The kids have
just graduated from university so we have moved onto unfamiliar territory –
empty nesting. I’m retired, much earlier than expected, and trying to figure
out what’s next.
Some days, I look out and it’s all bare dirt. Other days, I
can appreciate the opportunity to create something new. Just feeling a little impatient for the future to happen.
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