HOME?

(sigh)

For those who read this blog, you know I moved from my home of 22 years a few weeks ago. The neighbors are wonderful, the place is beautiful -- brand new, spacious, contemporary, ME. I discarded lots of material things when I moved, tossed away lots of memories, purchased some new things that reflect just my tastes and style. But...

IT IS NOT YET HOME TO ME! There's no history here, which in a way is a good thing. But it's hard to start over at this late date, and I can't say that I'm excited about doing so. I walk around here wondering where things are, why I'm here, if I'll ever be comfortable in these new digs. I don't wish this fate on anyone.

I have friends whose husbands have passed away or whom they have divorced, and they echo the same feeling. As wives and girlfriends we put SOOO much effort into a marriage or relationship, and it's almost never returned in kind. But we get used to the deficit and are still lost when the relationship is over. I swear, I could write a book just on the things I've learned in the past two years. And trust me. It would not be pretty.

All right. Enough whining for the time being. Maybe it would help if I put a "Home Sweet Home" sign on the wall.

(double sigh)