Changes.
It wasn’t very long ago that all my family called one house in Southern California home. We lived under the same roof, ate at the same table, and watched television on the same 27” Zenith. That was less than five years ago.
Now we’re all older, my parents live alone, and my sisters and I are slowly drifting around the country, living in different houses, calling new states “home.” I’m married, and I can’t imagine living anywhere but Northern California. Megan is living in a condo in Bremerton, and Mindy is starting to put down roots in Kentucky.
Kentucky! Washington! Sacramento!
None of us could have imagined where we’d be today. Our lives had trajectories that were predictable and obvious, plans that were so immovable that only cataclysmic changes in life situations could alter them.
And then those changes happened, and situations altered, and here we are.
I’m sitting next to my wife at a desk in a house that we own, in a room I designed just for her, so that it would feel more “homey.” We’ve created a new family that all lives under one roof, eats at the same table, and watches television on the same 42” Zenith.
How long until all that changes too?
1 year ago