So here I sit…finally…but wondering what to write. It’s been 2 weeks since I commented on a post about Blogger’s Block by the lovely daffodils & dishwater. And my comment indicated that I needed to get posting.
Today I took a vacation day off work, but not for vacation: we are still unpacking and settling in and have some deliveries coming this afternoon. So I thought, while I wait, I should write.
I could give all kinds of excuses for not posting in a month, like being busy setting up the new house. Or having to go to a ‘real’ job 5 days a week. Or being just plain lazy. Or being tired – tired sounds better. Or too busy. Or too frustrated because I’m tired and busy. I have a list in the hundreds, with which I don’t feel the need to bore you.
I have spent over a year complaining and fussing about my ‘life’. And I owe a huge ‘thank you’ to those who have put up with me.
But it’s all been much ado about nothing.
With Thanksgiving having passed recently, I realize I should be grateful, everyday. I have a house and a job and food on the table. I could even say I have my health. More importantly I have people in my life who love and support me.
My friends don’t care if there are boxes everywhere, they just want to visit me. They don’t care if my oven doesn’t work because we can order takeout and still share a meal together. They also don’t care that the house is full of 1990′s décor in serious need of an update, as they are just happy I have a home.
I miss the days I spent at home doing freelance work, or nothing if I wanted to. Now my days are full of not being able to do nothing, which is something. And whether it’s something or nothing, I am lucky to have it.
The official changing of the seasons from summer to fall has sparked many myths and tales. I was reading a legend featuring a Chinese goddess named Chang’e who is worshipped mid-autumn. To make a long story very short and not entirely complete, she broke a jar was banished to live on Earth. It was a time of sudden change, and 10 suns rose and burned the sky. Trees and plants were scorched and rivers and lakes were dry. It was a tough time to be living on Earth – many challenges to suffer through and overcome.
Then the King of Heaven sent Houyi the Archer. Houyi shot 9 of the suns with his arrows. With only one sun left, the temperature cooled and the rains returned. Plants began to grow and life returned to normal.
And life returned to normal… There is much more to the legend, but I had read enough.
We are moving into our new house 2 weeks early. The move taking place on the weekend of the Autumnal Equinox is not lost on me. The Equinox is about the journey and transitions of the sun. It is a time of balance between day and night before winter comes.
The last 21 months have provided plenty of challenges, and in the blink of an eye life will return normal. A new normal, but normal nonetheless. It has been a journey with many transitions, on a quest for balance.
The Autumnal Equinox is said to mark a fundamental part of the journey on the path to enlightenment; a step that is often overlooked and misunderstood. I couldn’t agree more.
A detour is a side trip. It’s an unplanned excursion off the road that leads to your destination. For all my best efforts, I have been forced to take a detour.
Just when things seemed to be going to plan, we ended up not purchasing the house we had lined up and started our search over. The new search has been full of challenges topped off by the fear of picking something out of simple desperation.
The last 2 weeks have been an emotional roller coaster. There have been stops and starts, beginnings and endings, and bumps and bruises.
This detour has us living in a long-stay hotel for 9 weeks. My dog is being shuffled between my in laws and the kennel and I miss him desperately. And I miss my bed. And having a real kitchen. And…well you get the picture.
But I have to continue to look for the benefits this detour is providing. Being in a hotel in some ways feels like a very long vacation, with no yard work or housekeeping to do. Being closer to work means less time spent commuting and more time doing whatever we feel like.
Instead of moping in the hotel suite, we have been out exploring our new surroundings from the grocery stores, parks, and farmers market in the neighbourhood where we hope to live, to restaurants of every ethnicity, to looking into local festivals and events.
Although a detour is never the way you planned to travel, it eventually gets you back to the path you started on. They say you never explore the great things to see and do in the city in which you live. Perhaps this detour which has us feeling like tourists is the best route we could have taken; a stepping stone to ease us into life in a new and unfamiliar city.