Once again it is time for adjustments, or maybe I should say re-adjustments. This time I find myself adjusting to living in my own house, in my own town, once again. Having been gone for two and a half years, I find I am feeling a bit discombobulated and in need of a routine. Last week was all about moving from Kansas, but this is the first week I have been home, with no job, and no real routine.
The move itself went pretty smoothly thanks to my wonderful sons and Nick's friend, Lindsay. They packed, hauled, moved and cleaned like pros. They got up early and piled into the truck and car, and the drive was fairly smooth. Even Oscar (terrorist kitty) was wonderful - didn't make any fuss at all during the long, long drive back to Michigan. Except for my poor choice in picnic area along the flooded Mississippi, the whole trip went off perfectly.
Actually, we have all been adjusting. I have been combining my household back into itself after dismantling it a few years ago - and yet, everything has changed. It isn't a bad thing, it is just different. And once again I am reminded, you can't go back. So I have returned, and I am adjusting. At least unlike Oscar, I am not afraid to come out from under the bed, go downstairs and reacquaint myself with my belongings, my yard, my street, my town, the general area, and adjust.
