Winter First Moon of the New Year
Got to drive into the mountains. I hadn’t planned on it, but Jon fell today while skiing and bonked his head, didn’t feel good enough to drive home, so he called for support. Jen and I drove out in the rental, then Jon and Jen drove back in their car and I brought Ruth home.
It had an oddly powerful effect on me, this drive. It felt good to support family, very good, in a tangible hands on way. Made me rethink our decision not to move out here. A part of me wishes we could be here, be available for these kind of ordinary family incidents, a strong part.
The other part, the rooted emplaced part, says moving still makes no sense. Selling the house in this market. Leaving friends and health care providers behind. Political connections. The museums. Our gardens, bees and the house we’ve adapted to our life.
These are difficult, no right answer dilemmas. Wish we could be both places. You know. They divide their life between Andover, Minnesota and the Rocky Mountains. That sort of thing. But, even though we have adequate funds for retirement, we don’t have enough to bi-locate.
I imagine we’ll stay where we are, not out of inertia, because it makes the most sense right now.