It has been seventeen months since I left my house and so much has happened.
There were the three months in transitional care, trying to 're-learning to stand and walk...which never really happened.
After Wayne died in April 2013, I didn't come up for air until about September. Had I not been so lost in grief I could have moved long ago.
As I think back, I only needed assistance for the first twelve days that I resided in Assisted living. If I had a one level house, I could have moved home on day 13. But my house is a split level and I am on day 400+ in a place I hate!!
I have gone through six different people that said they were going to help me pack up my household so I could move, but nobody followed through. I am determined that 2014 will be the year of many changes.
Was talking with the mailman and he suggested that I speak with his realtor son. He gave me his card and he was right, this ambitious young man is different and willing to go above and beyond the normal boundaries. He is sorting, donating, tossing and packing my things. Yesterday he stopped to chat and I was chuckling when he was talking about my fabric over-load. His eyes were big as saucers when he said, you weren't kidding when you said you have lots of fabric!! :-)
Progress forward is slowly happening and the closer I get to finally moving out..well, I am starting to second guess my decision. I just have to focus and remember that I am stronger than I think I am. And maybe concentrate on being reunited with all my fabric.
Past time to close the last chapter, turn the page and begin a new adventure.