Sadieandleo

I almost just started to cry.  It may have been the hormones, may have been the lack of proper sleep or it may have been the tasty danish I just took a bite of; I get emotional when it comes to pastry.  It isn’t any of these things, it’s moving.  This year will be marking the eighth year we have lived in Tucson, and although that is a blink of an eye in our life times, most of those years have been in this house.  We got married, Mike got his degree, I got tattooed and quit my job living in this place.  My relationship with Mike has grown into something wonderful here between these walls.  Sadie is all grown up, and Leo came into our lives here in this house.  I have made the two best friends I’ve ever had living here.  I finally found and freed my artist within, here in this safe place.  I found out I’ll be an aunt here.  We won and lost Superbowls here.  Kids never came to this house for candy on Halloween even though every year I would have a bowl filled to its brim waiting.  I quit smoking while living here.  Subsequently I doubled my size while living here.  There was that New Years Eve when we took in a lost dog and we fed it hotdogs, and laughed after her owner came to claim the doggie about how it was going to poo something awful that night.  I was sick here, very sick here but found such an empowering strenght within, I never imagined I had.

Of course there are countless other memories, the kinds of things you remember down the road, make you stop and smile and think about only the good times.  Have I done everything I’ve wanted to do?  Have I finished and tied up all loose ends?  No.  But I’m a happier, stonger, smarter person for having experienced this part of my life here.  So, moving 3000 miles away from home or moving less than a mile away from a place filled with memories, it is important to reflect and to know that you can go home again, no matter where that may be for now.