It’s been a year since I last posted.
We closed on our house at the end of April.
We painted every room over the next three weeks.
We moved in mid-May, and it rained the entire month. It was the wettest month on record for the 48 continuous US states (2nd wettest ever for our Kansas). We managed to get all of our belongings out of the basement only a few hours before it flooded for the first time since we lived in that house. I think I’m still a bit damp.
Two weeks later, a friend of mine was murdered. And before I could really grieve and process another good friend died of complications from MD. And the next month, another friend completed suicide. I deal with sadness, depression, grief, homicidal and suicidal ideation all-day-every-day at work.
It goes without saying that I didn’t feel like doing much. I was just barely keeping my head above water. I’m still not quite sure how I made it through. Actually, that’s not exactly true. My husband and daughter were phenomenal. My co-workers were there for me every minute and took over when I couldn’t handle a client. I went to therapy. I snuggled my dog. I cried. I’m still grieving but committed to taking each day as it comes.
Blogging was the last thing on my mind. I thought about it from time to time and have even kept taking photos of the changes we’ve been making.
Life is leveling out. The days come, and close, and come again. It’s Spring. A time for growth.
I’m hoping to start posting some updates. And we’ve got a lot of projects planned now that the sun is warming us once again.