It's Sunday night. I'm trying not to feel guilty about writing my blog instead of job hunting on craigslist - emailing cover letters and attaching resumes ad nauseum. I can't look another job posting in the eye right now.
It was a nice weekend with 3 sisters and assorted family members over on Saturday for pizza and root beer floats. The plan included some swimming in the complex pool but it was a bit chilly. Weird summer this year in San Diego.
It seems forever ago - and also like yesterday - that the cargo from Penske #2 landed in my living room.
Having my first "official" soiree in my new place was the motivation I needed to get the last bits of the unpacking picked up and put away.
There are still some pictures to go up on the walls - but that will take a bit more time.
I'm finding it hard to hang the early family photo collages. There are so many nice memories of happy times...
...but there's still some fragility that surfaces when I see those sweet faces. I usually end up crying.
But it's all good...all part of the healing process. I can feel my new backbone getting stronger every day.
I am grateful for all the experiences that have created my story thus far...even the sad and challenging ones.
I am especially grateful for my sons. It's been an amazing gift and pleasure to be their mom.
Thanks guys....I love you forever!
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