David told me that he keeps checking my blog only to find that we are still driving west. He wants to make sure you all know that we are not stuck somewhere outside of Albuquerque and that he had us home in just two days, all the way from New York. (I pointed out that that may not be something to be proud of, but he disagrees.)
And while we made it home, I have felt a bit lost for the past couple of weeks. Lost somewhere inside my head. And this post does not indicate that I have finally "arrived," but is more an attempt to somehow "find my way" again. A garmin for my mind, perhaps: Make a u-turn as soon as possible.
Re-entry has been difficult. For me. And the looming school year has me despondent and slightly panicked. Not to mention that CIM, who after having a month off, has made up for her absence by dogging me morning til night.
Plus there are all these old posts I still need to write: Niagara Falls, Palmyra, Kids Quilt Retreat, the Fashion World's Attack on my Girls, Prepping for School, old SPT's, not to mention the backlog of Word of the Week and 52 Blessings posts. But all of these would require me to find my camera and my SD cards and load them onto my computer. And that seems like a monumental feat. And I just don't have the heart for feats of strength these days. I'm using all my energy to steel myself for next week...we're at day 74 after all.
Olivia just asked me, "What are you writing about?" I said, "I don't know." And it's true. I have no idea what I'm even saying. For those of you who just packed up your entire house and moved across the country, my complaints will seem pathetic and self-indulgent. (Perhaps to the rest of you as well. Let's be honest.) But this is where I am. Lost. With very little will to follow my bread crumbs backwards, I'm just going to plow forward. Maybe tomorrow I will write "about" something.