Looking back over the past year, I'm not sure where I found the courage to leave my entire old life behind and make a new start at age 55. Perhaps "bravery" is just another word for taking the plunge on faith alone without over-analyzing the consequences.
Last December, I accepted a job offer at CLIC, and one year ago this
week, I was house-hunting in Minnesota. In the past year I found a
house, bought a house, moved into a house, had many overnight guests,
sold my Michigan house (phew), and started the never-ending process of
fixing up my new house. At the same time I was learning a new job,
new people, new church, new neighborhood, new doctors, new dentist, new hairdresser,
new vet, new stores, new lakes, and new restaurants. As well as attending my niece Catherine's plays,
musicals, and concerts; meeting my cousins' new babies; and making a few unexpected trips to take Mom to the
ER/hospital along the way. Some good times, some bad, some energizing, some exhausting, some overwhelming and some underwhelming. Life goes on.
All in all, I'm glad that I had "one brave moment" to make the decision to move closer to family. And I'm looking forward to what next year has to offer.
Happy New Year, friends and family!