On The Seventh Day

This is the seventh day of my new life and I'm resting too much. I thought that if I was starting again I should not post to the old blog. Especially since I'm not in New Mexico anymore and although I may visit some time not so soon; I don't plan on being back there (except for getting the rest of my stuff; a court appearance; and hopefully a bear show).

I haven't felt the total affects of this new life. I still feel like I'm in limbo--which I am. I do have my eyes on the prize--a little house in Athens, Georgia, near Stacy and her family; close enough to drive and see my sister more often than once a year max; and unless they move to Timbuktu, Sara and her family.

Right now I'm enjoying being with my family of origin; getting back to feeling like me again. Simple things like playing cards with aunts, uncle and cousins. Staying up past 8 p.m. Simple pleasures. Going to Mom's church. Trying to connect with old friends and visiting the old haunts. Boy has there been a lot of building going on. I won't even go into the demise of the fabric store; that seems to be universal.

I'm looking forward to my new life but I've kind of been at odds with it because I don't know what to do with myself here in limbo. I didn't bring enough stuff with me to keep me occupied. When I left I didn't feel like doing any of it. I thought of journaling and getting my feelings on paper but I don't have a notebook and I opted for blogging for right now instead of using gas to go get one. I went for a walk--not a big one but I did get out there and didn't talk myself out of it. Knock on wood, the rain stopped long enough. I had to threaten myself on my walk because I was telling myself how bored I was (yes, Mom, I would have owed you a LOT of nickels). I told myself that if I was so bored I could always go back to the way it was. Boy, did that straighten me out in a hurry!

There, I've done it! One more thing I said I was going to do. Now I'm on a roll.