Hi. It’s been a while. Whoops. Well, let’s get to my list of excu–er, I mean my list of events from the past ten months:
- Left Maine and returned to Tennessee.
- Spent six weeks in my in-laws house trying to make healthy life choices and failing.
- Bought a travel trailer.
- Took a three month assignment in Missoula, Montana.
- Nearly died four or five times driving through early spring weather on the high plains.
- Fell in love with the Mission Mountains and many of the people we met.
- Got pregnant.
- Lost the baby.
- Began adapting, maybe even thriving, in our new gypsy way of life.
- Bought a motorcycle to celebrate.
- Days later, a friend of twenty years took his own life.
- Devastated, we dropped everything and headed to Florida.
- While in the Sunshine State, we made irrational heartfelt promises we couldn’t keep, buried old hatchets at least minimally, and reconnected with many folk, most of whom didn’t stay connected.
- Then off to Kalamazoo for the summer.
- A Michigan summer in one word: MOSQUITOES.
- Before leaving Michigan, we took a brief trip to Tennessee to see the in-laws.
- I bought my Father-in-law a puppy. They are now best friends.
- Come October we left Michigan and headed to the Left Coast.
- Oregon brought my husband greater understanding of me as a person through his sudden exposure to the culture I grew up in. I’ve found his bewilderment entertaining.
- Being out here has actually made me homesick for Tennessee. Never saw that coming.
- We discovered I’m pregnant.
- This kid plans to stick around. We can tell because I’m nailed by Hyperemesis Gravidarum again.
- Everyone we know wonders if we know where babies come from. We do. And we’re really good at it.
- We are exhausted.
I guess this is where I put some meaningful observations about life as I learned from our experiences, and I suppose over the course of the year I’ve had more than one moment worthy of the Doogie Howser treatment. But I don’t wanna. 2016 has been so full of highs and lows that I’m nauseous just thinking about thinking about it.
Instead of thinking about it, I’ll be spending the rest of the month worrying about the speed of my internet connection and whether we have enough hot cocoa and not one damned thing more. I might even buy some footie pajamas.
I hope that the last few weeks of 2016 are gentle with us all.
Merry Christmas to you and yours from me and mine!