It is all so exciting and nerve wracking and monumental! For whatever reason, this year feels like such a big one for our family and the kids and me. My kids are at this middle-school stage where learning to foster independence is as natural as it is important and necessary. If I ever want them to grow up to be released into the great wild someday, I really need to make sure that I am not accidentally over-nurturing them. It is time to shift my focus away from just them to what the heck I am going to do. It is scary and fun and exciting.
Summer is over. We had this fantastic southwest camping adventure (we road-tripped for a month out of a Prius, but that is a story for another day). I feel like a fog has lifted and I am ready to move forward; for the first time in awhile, it isn't panic inducing or filled with dread, it is exciting. I turn 40. It was right around 40 that my very young parents moved away from the place that they were born and raised. My sister and I were both old enough to be on our own. They sold the house, simplified their lives, drove 2117.5 miles, bought a new place with an extra room that we always knew could be ours, and started over.