I've been ready for this vacation for a bit now. I need a break form work, some perspective. I am looking forward to seeing my mom, sister, brother in law, nephew, brother, and for my mom to see how big the girls have grown. Perspective. Time to go home again with the mask mandate and other divisive things in the rear view window. Time to see old friends, old places, even if for just a little while. I know Bob Dylan said don't look back in some movie back in the 1960s. But he looks back all the time, and so do I. That doesn't mean it isn't time to move on from things that have gotten stale, but it's okay to look back once in a while, even if just to reconnect to a sense of who you are, where you come from, and realize how far you've come.
It feels like a crossroads. I guess part of that is due to a remodel project we have coming, and a temporary move in less than a month to our friend's house we'll be renting for however long this remodel takes. It is my hope that I will never have to live in a place that only has one bathroom for the rest of my life. But I know some day I may not have a choice in matters such as those. My mom has been in a nursing home for four years, almost five now, for example. Anyway, the real bonus of this move will be that the girls will have their own bedrooms from here on out, starting about June 19th which, incidentally, is Juneteenth and my Grandpa Barney's 128th birthday. We haven't moved anywhere in 14 years, and this is the only home Brenna has ever known (and Liv in terms of what she remembers). Here is a picture of Liv on the day we moved into our Montana St. House.
