She was asking about whether or not she would be coming home to the same house. We have been talking about moving for a while now, and due to the falling home prices, our plans were delayed while we figured out what we wanted to do. She said she doesn't want to come home to the same neighborhood, which has not been a safe place for her, but that she wants to at least say goodbye to her room. I understand how she feels. I don't completely want to leave my cozy house, but I also wish I could just snap my fingers and presto we were in a different house and neighborhood. Life is more complex than that, at least for us right now. Throw in that our oldest really wants to continue at her present high school because of their course offerings and friendships and has been quite vocal about it. She says everything revolves around Caroline, that we have to move because of her bipolar sister who ruins everything.
The truth is, our moving isn't all about Caroline, only partly. We've got lots of other reasons to relocate. Doing so won't be easy for us after sixteen years of planting roots, but we feel like the needs of our family dictate moving. Ugh, I hate this. Now I feel rootless, unsure that I will like living anywhere but "home." It's only fifteen miles away or so, but it feels so much farther than that. Our small city has wrapped it's fingers around us with its web of relationships and memories tied up with favorite haunts. Longest I've ever lived anywhere.
But it's not like I ever see any of my friends during the week anyway, except for my neighbors on my street, and then only now and again. With my kids being older, I don't even hang out at the pool anymore that much. I really only see people I know on Sundays at church, so that won't be any different. Having a bipolar kid to contend with precluded my getting to go to the mid-week women's bible study, or meeting up with a friend for coffee. Our schedules are so different. So really, seeing my buddies happens on the weekends or evenings, maybe. Life was so much more connected when I had little kids. There were a lot of stay at home moms in my neighborhood and we hung out all the time, the kids all playing together. Now, the kids are all in school and the moms are all at work, or busy with whatever, like me.
I need some momentum. Maybe some new music to get me going. Having my younger girls at camp in two weeks will help. I forgot how unproductive summer is with everyone underfoot.
My quote for the day, (or my whole life) courtesy of Sara Groves: "Something's changed inside me. Broke wide open, all spilled out, til' I had no doubt, that something's changed... And I cannot fake it, and I cannot make it, and I can't afford it, but it's mine." (Something Changed from Add to the Beauty.)