On Sunday, the yahoo forecast said sunny and glorious the rest of the week. Apparently the weather does not read yahoo. So, I was pretty surprised at the snow.
I toddled down to my folk's house with a protein drink in hand, wearing pink socks and blue sandals. Why let reality change the dress code for the day? We discussed plans for an April trip-I could tell Mom had cabin fever because she told me she did. I offered that I was mid-range depressed, but felt the first thing that one had to do was just put it out there and not ignore it.
My folks were astounded that I was shocked by the snow. "It's been on the local news for days."....but I don't watch the local news. It's just another example of how we live 40 feet apart and completely in different worlds. I'm not saying that as a bad thing, in fact, it's downright interesting.
I know Sol and Sandra's world (they live across the street) has to be different from ours. He's from Guatemala, her parent's are from Mexico, and they have two small children. I enjoy them because they enjoy how different we all are-they have trouble reconciling me as the daughter of Claude and Betty.
6 months into this, I think it would have been easier if I had bought a house even one block over-but this little house presented itself, and I think sometimes easier isn't always the best. Being lazy, it is now easier just to tackle the issues as they present rather than move to avoid them. And dang it, I really like this little house.
When you live this close, worlds don't just overlap, they collide. But I still can shake the belief that this is an unbelievable opportunity that I have here. It's that hope thing again isn't it?
I'd gladly trade off a fraction of hope for a fraction more patience though....