Yesterday marked the ninth anniversary of my present position of employment. Oddly, I got a call today about applying for a new position. Same kind of work, different state, etc. Hmmmm.....
Nine Years. That is sufficient time to feel "at home" in a place. And leaving this beautiful part of the world would be difficult. But. . . . .
Moving here from a small town in a more rural area of another state was supposed to be a "good move" for the family. Better schools for the kids, more opportunities, more "openness." It has been all those things. My children (rising 4th and 7th graders at the time) were furious at moving. Not so much coming here, as leaving there -- the only place they'd ever known. (Now, they can hardly remember what that little town was like. They have fallen in love with this little city as so many others have).
But it has also been here that my life (our lives) have taken such dramatic turns. Who would have imagined it?
As I reflect, I first thought this has been one of the most trying periods of my life. But thinking again, I realize that's not the case. Though it has had its trials, tribulations, and sadnesses, it has become one of the best times.
There was outward "happiness" in those older times, but the inward terror and turmoil were death-dealing. I was, inwardly, miserable.
Now, there could be said to be some outward misery, but, oh the relief and the joy.
Why didn't I come out sooner? A question with no real answer. And, it cannot be changed. It happened when it happened, (perhaps) as it was supposed to. This is now. And it's a great now.
Spring. Even the older flowers still bloom.