I'm starting to get bored. Desperately bored. I've explored the city, I've read, I've knitted, I've practiced and now I'm done. Done with being alone the ENTIRE day and done with having absolutely nothing to do. I know, I know, I shouldn't complain, but seriously. Forster's were not made to sit and do nothing for days and days on end; it's not in our DNA. I think the hardest part is that there's so many cool things to do, but I have no one to do them with! It's okay to do things alone the first month, but after about 30 days, it gets kind of old.
The girls are starting school today in Phoenix. Do I miss being there with them? No. I miss their friendships. There's not one single part of me that misses Phoenix or the school. The kids? Yes. My friends? Hell yes. But I know that this was the right move, and even though I am lonely now, it will all fade once school starts again.
Next week is my grandmother's 102nd birthday. Her, Aunt Ann and Aunt Sally are all up north right now (and have been since June). I'm going to go up to the cottage next week so that I can be around for her birthday - it may be the last one that we get to celebrate. We've been saying that for 10 years now, but really, how much longer will we be able to continue that phrase? She's 102 for goodness sake. I think about what her life must have been like, raising all those children, and I marvel at what an amazing woman she is. Honestly, she has constitution like you just don't see anymore. Here I am complaining about how boring things are, and when she was my age, she had 8 children already. I cannot even fathom having 8 children, let alone 10. Incredible.
Alright, time to get dressed and practice. It's too bloody hot and steamy to go outside . . . perhaps I'll finish another wash cloth today.
No comments:
Post a Comment