It’s been a month.
It. has. been. a. month.
Theres been so much going on in my days and in my head that I didn’t even know where to start.
We bought a house. We sold our house. We went to swimming lessons and summer camp and had backyard bbqs and went to the movies and shopped for paint colours. One of my lifelong besties was diagnosed with cancer and had major surgery. Other friends-turned-family are moving out of the country. Tonight I had 13 kids here for an 8th birthday party. We leave for vacation tomorrow morning.
It would have felt trite to write about the busyness of our daily activities. But the stories weighing most heavily on my heart didn’t feel like mine to tell. My own frustrations have felt small in comparison and not worth dwelling on.
So I’ve written nothing.
But July is winding down and so is some of the crazy.
My friend’s cancer is a less worse type and surgery went well and if things continue the way they’ve been going, she should be okay. If I believed in reincarnation (which I kind of wish I did) I’d say that in another life she was my daughter. Don’t know why, I just feel it to be true. (Well trueish.) I read somewhere that having children is like watching your heart move about the world, outside of your body, and that is a little what it feels like when she’s so far away and hurting. But I’ll get to see her next week which I’m really looking forward to.
And then more locally, my life is in a bit of upheaval because of my friends who are moving away. They’re a daily part of our routine – rides and meals and babysitting (more like coparenting) and in two weeks they’ll be gone to the states. It’s not permanent but it’s enough that I need to rework my life. I feel lost. We’ve been living life together for so many years I have a hard time picturing it without them.
But we’re moving too and that’s a great change. We’ve been trying to buy a house all year and it’s been such a frantic and aggressive market that it took 7 months and 7 offers on different houses before we got one.
I have a hard time with stairs and we’ve known vaguely for a few years that we should move somewhere that’s all one level but finally this year we decided to actually go for it.
Our new house is a bungalow so it’s a lot better for my mobility challenges. It has a garage which means we won’t have to scrape ice off the car in the winter (hallelujah!) It’s in the right school district to keep our daughter with all her friends. It’s on good transit routes and it’s close enough to where we are now that I can still walk to my chiropractor, pharmacy and local library.
A fresh start will be good and challenging and fun.
I’m looking forward to the next month.