Let me first say I LOVE where I live. It has taken me a bit of time to say that, not that my place isn't nice but I have been reconciling the whole "work in Delta live in Montrose" thing. But I have finally accepted I don't want to live in Delta. In Delta, I don't get this view. In Delta, I don't get the same amenities. In Delta, I am too close to patients and co-workers. In Montrose, however, I get to be on my own terms; I don't have to worry about seeing a hospice colleague at Safeway or Walmart...Both s/he and I wanting anonymity but we can't escape. In Montrose I have my little routine-walk to the mailbox, walk the boys in the morning, go to City Market or Target. It is a simple life but it is MY simple life. I lay in bed, watch movies from Netflix, make dinners from my previously neglected cookbooks. The boys feel loved and safe. I feel loved and safe.
Fall in my neck of the woods is beautiful. I drive by a sign everyday: "Pumpkins at the covered bridge". Where is this covered bridge? What are these pumpkins? Maybe tomorrow I will drive by.
Here are some pictures from my porch, including that of our recent frost. I have been giving so much thought lately to my life out here. Shouldn't I have a boatload of friends, going to this event or that? Being just so busy? I didn't move out here to be busy, though. I moved out here to be quiet. To get to know the horses, cows, sheep that live in the area. To read more. To rest more. To not feel the obligations. And all of those expectations are coming true, to my delight.
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