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April Good Byes Bring May Adventures

April Good Byes Bring May Adventures

The pups enjoying a nice ride around in Waverly aka my Jeep.

The pups enjoying a nice ride around in Waverly aka my Jeep.

Sometimes in life you feel like it is all either happening too quickly or too slowly and the line between the two can be crossed in a matter of seconds. This month (April) has seemed to be one of those times in my life. Everything was going along at a nice turtle pace and then boom the turtle turned into a hare and within a matter of what feels like minutes life, started to look a whole lot different.

First up, as many of you know we sold Luna this month, after over a year on the selling block she finally found a new family she approved up and let herself leave us. It has been a bit emotional and to be fair not sure it has truly snuck in that she isn’t sitting in a storage place waiting for us to go on a little adventure. Also doesn’t help that the FBI building across the street has a Luna doppelganger just sitting it the parking lot mocking me. RUDE!!!

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Second up, we decided that living in Boston we did not need to be a two car family any longer and we sold my Jeep (*sniff*). While it seems like a tiny thing and a smart decision I loved my Jeep and truly enjoyed her old style, sunroof, one speaker kind of ways. It also marked a point in that it was a real thing we were living in Boston and not just visiting. I know that sounds a bit strange, but after living in a van, and moving a lot where we live takes some time to sink in and realize we are not just visiting.

The proof that it was all real. (photo credit to mom)

The proof that it was all real. (photo credit to mom)

Third up, and maybe the biggest, while not my childhood, but the home I think of when anyone says the word home, has sold. I got a chance to visit it one last time at the beginning of the month and it was sad in its less than complete fashion. Today my mom sent out a picture of the garage being completely empty and it hit home, home base has shifted.

I am excited for my mom and the future she has planned for the rest of the year, and she can attest to the going slow and then suddenly going fast part of this month, but I am sad at the change. No matter where I went in this world I knew that house was there, my parents were there. I know my mom will always be there, but now she is just a person an no longer a two story house built in 1908. I guess that is a part of growing up but it sucks, and I am sorry no matter what your age you get to whine and moan about the ground being taking from underneath you.

I would advise to keep this whining and moaning short and sweet because in many cases the ground being ripped from under you is a way to get you soaring in the air and onto the next great adventure. That is why I write this, I am whining and moaning for the rest of April about all the fundamental changes in my life real or invented, but come May 1st I will stop and face all the adventures, both good and bad, that await me from here on out.

They tell you not to get attached to objects, but I can’t help it, and I don’t think I am alone. Sometimes those objects are what we need to define ourselves and maybe just maybe getting attached to them helps us get to being the person we want to be. Then they leave their job done and we realize we don’t need them to define us anymore and it is time to move forward, maybe find a new object that represents the new, improved, or just different self we want to be in the future.  Maybe those objects got us forward on our journey but our now holding us back, and while we are sad to see them go, ”Every goodbye is a new hello.”

And with that I say “Goodbye April and the past and Helloooooo May and the future.





Oh Happy Place, Oh Happy Place

Oh Happy Place, Oh Happy Place

VA to BOS

VA to BOS