Everything has changed.
As of September, I have left my job in the city and moved to live at our country house full-time. C is working as a grade 4-6 teacher at a local private school. I am, as of this moment, still unemployed. We’re poor as church mice, but I don’t mind. Honestly, out here, with no driver’s license and nowhere within walking distance to spend money, it’s not such a big deal. The lack of Starbucks alone saves us fifty bucks a month.
I’ll admit I’m a bit lost, though. More on that later, maybe.
The truth is, outside of letters to my friend the nun (more on that later, too), I’ve done almost no writing since last December. I needed a break. I needed to think about what I wanted. And, as time passed, I just fell out of the habit.
But it’s time to get back down to it–and this seems the best place to start.