Now I don’t. Mostly because I’m operating under the theory that if I don’t acknowledge the time passing, it passes faster. And I really want the time to pass faster. This waiting game gets old after six+ months.
Long story short (maybe):
Jason has a job in Austin, since nearly three months ago. We’re working on the house part. So far we’ve been hopeful of two which have both fallen through. Pearl is doing as well as she can, but things will be much easier for her when we’re all together.
The kids and I are in Mississippi, with my parents, in a podunk haven off a dirt road in Kemper County. They’re in transition. We’re in transition. It’s a lot of weirdness and uncertainty and commonality, and we are savoring our time together while we can. It feels natural to be here with them. I cook all the time in a happy, 1970′s, country kitchen. The kids are turning brown and working on their Southern drawl. They spent a week learning horseback riding at a cowboy church outside of DeKalb. They have also been playing on giant, soaped-up waterslides and rollerskating in the church gym and going for rides in the back of Papa’s truck through the fields. Mississippi is a sort of wonderland to them. It’s a joy to me that they can get a taste of where I spent my childhood.
It’s been a month since we left Lufkin. We stayed half a year, twice as long as we expected, although it’s a blur to me now. The house was a Godsend and comfortable and we made lots of good friends and everyone was kind, but for some reason I never was able to function. We just didn’t fit there. I didn’t even realize how depressed I was until I got here and regained some semblance of myself for the first time in a looooong time. It’s so good to breathe normally.
We hope to have the whole clan back under one roof in the next week or so. Pray with us while we’re searching through listings and talking to realtors and owners. I’m checking on some promising Craigslist postings at the moment. We’re so close to done!
Anna (8) and Ella (1)
Naiah (5) and Anna and fireflies!
Front yard
Naiah, front porch swing
Mighty Mouse, the next generation.
Anna, Sarah (8), and Jonah (6) eating fresh berries and shortcake and cream while Papa sets off fireworks.
Naiah. Mud.
Jonah. Mud. Teeth. Mud. Happy boy.
It is good to hear from you again. The place looks awesome and beautiful. But it is good to be together. Hope all works out soon…
Love Heidi
It is good to hear you are ‘emerging’ and oh, man. Ella is 1!!?? Unfathomable. The kids seem to be collecting some amazing summer memories
We just drove through Austin… I forgot, or maybe never really realized how big that place is. I never think “The State Capital” when I think of Austin. I hope somewhere in that big city you will find a home soon.
Thinking of you
Good to hear from you! Glad the light at the end of your tunnel is getting brighter. Isn’t it weird how you can be in such a fog for a long time and not even realize it until the sun finally comes out? When I get depressed, it is often the same way for me, takes me a while to figure it out. Glad you are feeling better though and Ill be praying you find a home and have a happy reunion soon!
Yeah, me too. I blog about once every two weeks.
Oh. . .my sweet friend. . .I just clicked here to check and see if something had magically popped up. Alas–I have an entire BUFFET of reading and photos and YEAH!!!!! I’ll be back after I read.
Thad is reading this with me–or at least looking at it with me. And, yes, if you cannot be “home” with your husband at the moment, then at least you can be “home” with your parents even though it’s a house in which you never lived. I’ve been thinking a lot about home lately. I’ve also gotten your e-mails and I am GOING to call you if it kills us both. I love you, friend. the photos are lovely, and I am glad that you have had this month of recovery.