It's almost the beginning of a new year and the beginning of a new way of life for me. For the first time in the last 20 years, I'll be living on my own in the house that I'm in the process of buying. It's an older brick, 3 bedroom, two bath home that seemed perfect for me the minute I stepped in the door. The yard is very big, just under a half acre, with a completely fenced backyard. I have a fireplace for those cold winter nights, a deck to enjoy the wonderful spring and fall days, and an office space where I can work at my part-time job without leaving a mess somewhere else in the house.
I don't think I've ever lived alone in my whole adult life except for the seven months when my husband and I were separated in 1999. I'm excited at the prospect of starting over but terrified at the thought of having to meet all of the necessary financial obligations of owning my own home. I'm excited at the thought of planning my garden but daunted by the thought of having to do it alone. I'm finding that there are many things I want to do that I've never tried and many things I've tried that I want to pursue again. It's a new me, starting a new life in a new place but holding onto the things I love that will make my house a real home.
"When I get where I'm going
On the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly."
"I'm gonna land beside a lion
And run my fingers through his mane
Or I might find out what it's like
To ride a drop of rain."