A change is as good as a rest

I can feel myself changing in this new place.  A month ago I was tripping on boxes and movers, this three room house was a three ring circus. Today I find myself sitting in the quiet of the morning, one dog at my feet and the other by my side.  It’s taken us exactly one month to wake up and feel at home here.

Considering all the worry and trepidation I felt during the preparation for this move the actual move went surprisingly well.  I’m feeling pretty damn good about where I’ve landed. 

I still have work to do in the unpacking department but I inch further towards settled every day. I’ve met quite a few of my immediate new neighbors and they all seem very nice. I’m recognizing the ‘regulars’ out for their early morning walks while I walk my dogs and they in turn are acknowledging me – there is a quiet camaraderie among dog walkers, a simple nod or smile suffices lest the charges on the leashes become too intrigued with each other and cause a break of dawn commotion.  

I accidentally made this move at the perfect time of year – the days are growing longer and the world greener. I may not have moved very far but I’m a far cry from where I was last year at this time. 

I know this new place isn’t the magic pill it feels like this morning – I know I haven’t left heartache behind me – but today my world feels calm, like the fresh start it is and for that I’m grateful.  I’m enjoying the possibility and the potential,  I want to focus on that. My yesterdays haven’t changed but my tomorrows are looking brighter than they have for what feels like a long time.  This change is as good as a rest.