So, W graduated last weekend. Maybe that's one reason for my melancholy... Another milestone, this one marking our baby's step towards independence.
So much of my life has been focused on being a mother to our two boys. And now, it seems like that part of my identify has taken a sudden turn. That big part of me, has now diminished, so that I have to look inside myself to find myself again, re-discover who I am, what I am, what I should do in this next phase of my life.
A & I would like to finally find a permanent home for our retiring years, even if we don't spend all our time there. I, for one, am tired of being a nomad. The experiences have been wonderful, these last 25 years (that's half my life!). But I want to finally put some roots down somewhere, a place where we can gather for family reunions, and where I can hang up pictures without worrying about having to patch up hanger holes when we leave, and where I can say, "I live in xxx" without suffixing it with "for now".
