So, our move to Bend has happened. Not smoothly, not easily, not without a good amount of effort, tears, and tricky bits. But, it has happened and here we be. I transitioned from my unpacking bubble fairly swiftly into the spirit of the season, and not without a sigh of relief and a self-congratulatory pat on the back (I'll admit it). All of a sudden, a corner was turned and a brightness, a lightness, came back into my days. How lovely was that...? (she asked rhetorically).
However, as of this morning, another wrench has been thrown into the mix. (I'll spare you the details, no need to minimize or aggrandize them, and I'm teetering between the two just now, not yet sure what our reality will be.) As suggested by the above, it's not the first wrench we've been thrown (and caught) in the last many months. My initial thought was to abandon my *ta da!* list for the day (which included this blog post), overcome as I was once again by the dismal, and the heavy, and some pretty decent out-loud cursing. But then, after a spell, I gathered my wits about me and thought better of it (I'm sure the cursing helped). This is just life, after all...sometimes it's plain easier to navigate than at other times...but navigate this latest twist we will, and turn a corner once again we shall.
And, in the meantime, as we muddle through this latest 'whaaaat?'...there is a bright sun shining through the windows, a heap of fresh snow to shovel, a kettle to boil and multiple cups of tea to consume...not to mention cookies to bake, cards still to write, and plans to either execute or to refine.
We'll either be here (at *home*) or there (somewhere north of the 49th) for the holidays, but either way, we will be fine. And just like moving day, Christmas day will come (ready or not), and we will be together (one way or another), and it will all be wonder-full. Wherever (and with whomever), you may find yourself, I wish you the same...xo.