Moving On...

One week ago, I moved most of my "material" stuff to a new home. Lots of changes in life lately, mostly the really heart wrenching kind of changes, but necessary all the same. Friends of mine have lent me their house for the next 2 plus years while they fulfill their mission for the Peace Corps. I have a house in the village, which i love (both the house and the village), but it was time to take a break and re-evaluate, hence the move.

Now I live in a small little "castle" with a turret and 48 treads on a winding stairwell that links the house to the treacherous, tricky driveway some 200 feet away. The house came with a cat named Edmund and 10 acres of wood and field. My friends are woodworkers and builders, so this house is reflective of them. Wood panels, wide plank floors, broken tile mosaics in the kitchen and bathroom, and a wide open floor plan. It's cool.

Winter is fighting to stick around. We had an ice storm last night, followed by powerful wind gusts and now snow this morning. The kids are settling in, staking their claim in the upstairs bedroom and finding places for their toys and books. Space is tight when all four of us are here, so we are learning to respect each other's assigned "4 square feet" of personal space. Easier said than done, especially when your life experience spans all of 3 1/2 years. Thank goodness for 7 year olds. They SO know how to draw the line in the sand and then follow through with the punishment when you cross it. Sheesh...