Sunset at the homestead again. March 30th 2015, Spring time in Southern California. Looks much like all the other months of the year here. Maybe that is our problem here, no shifting of the senses, no change.
My blog is a place i walk to__a place I can attempt to sort through my feelings. Reading old posts further reinforces my thoughts about time and that everything changes. It makes me wonder why we freak out about situations when they will ultimately morph into other things? You can count on that fact. Maybe we worry about what exactly will our prickly little issues turn into? What indeed?
Since 2013 we have lost my husband's parents, both grandma and grandpa have since passed. We have rescued our daughter from an abusive situation in San Francisco and she now lives with us. She is currently trying to find another job down here while working remotely with the SF company. Our son still struggles with unemployment and a sense of worth. He has zero direction and I am uncomfortable saying it aloud, but I am of no help. My mother is a constant tug at my heart because she is so sad and I don't know what to do about it or how to help.
As I write all that it is as if time stopped but I know that is not possible. How did all these things happen in just a few years? We have some money now from my husband's parents and we are attempting to set a five year goal plan. Stay? Move? Love this house or fix it to sell? How to best move forward? Older is not always wiser?
