Finally after nearly six and a half years I am calling this home. Finally.
Not parenthetically for the time being.
One of my feet or t'other has been ready to bolt periodically since I moved here.
I have teetered on the threshold one step out the door.
That's not right. Not fair. To me. To my family. To my friends.
I live close to my darling, precious Mama. Have the dearest friends and most lovely neighbors. Am active in town and other civic affairs. Am vested in my quaint community village near the sandy Maine coast.
But most importantly ... my home, that I treasure and adore, is my nest.
So without further ado I am going to figure out what it takes to integrate my physical self and emotional being into this one place. To subdue the wanderlust rearing its perky head for the moment. To roll up my shirtsleeves anew and enmesh myself in the fabric of my hometown.
I know that I will continue to travel the world adventuring and connecting with the diverse cultures across the planet.
I know that I will find my life love who together will cherish and protect me and love me quirks and all. As I will him. Together we will share in the bounty of our families and the riches of unexplored experiences. Who will co-imagine the possibilities even if they are slightly askew. And who might balance our lives partly in my antique village home and then his abode ... wherever.
I know that the proximity to my darling Mama was paramount to my relocation to this corner of the world. And I am oh so appreciative to have the ability to frequently share an outing, a read on her porch overlooking the harbor, by the crackling fire watching a DVD and sharing giggles past midnight on one of our beds. She is my bestest bud. My confidant. My precious mother.
Just as I know that moving here would allow Charlie the opprotunity to board at school and begin the rest of his life was critical ... fueling his personal journey.
I am blessed.
And furthermore ... to hell with loneliness ... the one thing that doesn't reside here anymore!