"Bloom where you are planted." I don't know where I heard this, but I like it. Well, most days I like it. Marni and I moved nearly two years ago with great speed. We were asked, we felt like we were given a "sign" in a place to live, and off we went. Many can look at the view we have off our back patio and say, "Looks like it all worked out." (Taken with my own phone by the way!)
This was, this is, this has been a hard move. Just because a truck shows up and unloads all your goods -- doesn't mean you have not left a cargo full of emotions and memories back at the old zip code. It's only now, at nearly the 2-year mark, that we are realizing what we left behind.
10 years in one place... one home... one neighborhood - we moved, but our roots are still in two places. You know, grieving in usually found in the little things, at least that is what I think. We are grieving Jalapeno's, CMR Little League, TATY, friends, the RB Inn, the local Starbucks with the usual people, Ralph's, Christmas Tree hunting in 75 degrees, our decade of labor at our home on display daily, the sound of golf carts whizzing by, Hudson's buddies, Charlie's buddies, Friday Flag, and just this last one that is big: memories.
It's just hard.
Do we love where we live? Yes. Are we finding new friends, new traditions, and new memories? Of course. But, our roots are not in two places. They are with us, and they are also back in San Diego.
We will bloom where we are planted. It's what we do. I am just telling you that it is hard. Happy 10th to our friend Hudsie Bradvica... Charlie commented on YOU and how much you mean to him.
What about you... you have roots in two places? Do you find you are needing to "bloom where you are planted?"
It's all good... but as I think about today... I am reminded that we are working really hard at blooming... some days are harder than others.
Warmest to you, Eric