Winter Settling Moon
Realized this morning that we’ve been pushing, pushing, pushing since the week before the movers came to Andover on December 15th, spent time on the road getting here, had a day of rest, then the two day unloading with its associated drama and have been, since then, in cardboard liberation mode. All this while acclimatizing to 8,800 feet. No wonder we’re both tired today, January 1.
At no point, or at least at only a few temporary points, have I experienced stress beyond what a major change like this produces. Even at that our stress levels have remained more than manageable thanks to pre-planning, good friends and a solid relationship.
Settling in occupies our minds with many boxes still to open and little thought possible yet about where to position things. There are, too, those other matters that just take time: driver’s license, car registration, find a Medicare advantage plan, find a doctor, dentist, vet.
We’re both taking a day off today, resting, maybe tomorrow, too. A holiday, a holiday weekend? Maybe. There is no pressure here, no race, only the desire to have our home a place of nurture as we know it can and will be.
The dogs have adapted, running to the garage door to get in the truck and go home much less often. They treed something yesterday, probably a squirrel. Lots of tracks in the snow. They’ve been acclimatizing too, of course. A lot to absorb for them.
