Sunday, November 29, 2009

Choices.........



I really hate moving..... and that's the choice I am facing.

I've been living where I am, renting rooms, for almost two years now. When I left my wife, this was the place I needed to be. Quiet, peaceful, and with people who cared. In that time the home has known a terrible heart wrenching death, and I was where I needed to be.... here to help. I helped keep a man alive, and to have a life to return to once he decided to live. That's something worth doing.

Living here is pretty cheap... and that's good. The amenities are outstanding, and are such that I cannot duplicate them elsewhere without years of effort. Hot tub, pool, gourmet kitchen, workshops, and even a pretty good dog.

But.... I am feeling the urge for my own nest. Privacy, freedom, responsibility, and my own woodstove to light off each cold morning. Added to that.... my girl is ready to leave her present digs as well, and we have reached the point we are spending so much time together that sharing a home makes sense.

We have found a place...... a three bedroom home on a country road. Built in the late 1700's and added on over the years. Probably haunted. A big back yard bordered by bamboo, maples, and pine.... along a decent sized stream (big enough for trout fishing). A yard big enough to shoot in, and neighbors who don't mind if we do (they'll probably wander over and join in). Big country kitchen, big front porch, big back patio, a two car garage and workshop, a drafty old attic and a damp basement.

Sounds a pretty nice place to rent.... and with expenses split two ways it gets fairly reasonable too.

But I hate moving... and inertia is hard to overcome... and it is comfortable here... and.......

Choices.

The photo above? Patterns in the beach sand after storm waves. Click on it to enlarge if you wish. Just sand.... washed around and changed every day by the ocean waves.... unceasing change that echoes it's past in form.


5 comments:

Rev. Paul said...

I hate moving, perhaps because my wife & I have moved almost two dozen times in our married life of nearly 30 years.

Next time, we're hiring someone to pick up our boxes & deliver them for us.

crankylitprof said...

Y'all move, and I'll come help tote boxes. You just have to feed me.

Crucis said...

Rev, that's the same thing my wife said after our last move. That was 13 years ago this month. If she has her way, they'll have to carry us out and by then, we won't care.

PRH....... said...

Moving sucks....and I've done it many times...but have been set for 15 years at the old parsonage turned house, and plan on making this the final resting place(at age 60, why not?) until I'm at my final resting place.

Jean said...

However, if you don't move...
do you wanna stay where you are forever?