I havent posted much lately. Feeling weepy inside. Sometimes a good hour of yoga helps with that, but I think the chill and rain add another layer of weep and I am stuck. And confused. Should I give in and rent a house in the geographical area I think I want to be in? Or should I hold out for a home of my own albeit in an area good enough, but not my first choice.
I know it doesn't matter which choice I make. Really. Wherever I end up I will meet people and find things to do. For all I know if I moved to my second choice area I would meet the love of my dreams, ha ha.
So I read, undo my messed up knitted scarf and begin again, go to a few open houses, pet Bibs, watch the leaves fall, go to poetry class and for now, that is enough. I feel I have been on this plateau for a long time, but there are some wild horses up here and the wind is refreshing.