Breathe

Last weekend my daughter flew in from Texas to celebrate her birthday.  We went to the Ed Sheeren concert and enjoyed every minute of the music as it reverberated from the mighty speakers.  For the first time in a while, I felt relaxed and joyful.  No deadlines, no packing or unpacking, no uneasiness.

The time spent with our daughter was filled with places to be and things to do.  Only once was the house brought up.  My daughter has never known any other place as home.  She said she never got a chance to say goodbye.  She asked if we could drive by to see it but I declined and told her to take the car if she wanted to go.  I didn’t want to see any changes the new owners may have made.  I wanted to remember our home the way I left it.  Silly, but for me, it’s too soon to be nostalgic.

We still have some boxes not unpacked but eventually, they will.   There is no rush anymore and our lives have started to go back to normal.  Our weekends are starting to be filled with enjoyable activities.   We are adapting to living in our fifth wheel and our new surroundings.  We talk about the day we can begin our adventure of traveling this glorious nation to see all its beauty.  Finally, I am able to breathe.