Sunday, February 23, 2014
It has been a long time coming; but it has arrived...I am home and on my own again, but differently for it is just me. Kids are grown and the youngest living in his dorm on his campus awaiting him to come home for I visit. I sit in my loving belated father's chair and look about my space in this time and thankful that I lived to see it. Pictures on the wall to have the little touches, books in their place, music playing in the background, and listening to my four-legged baby coming down the stairs and feeling at home as the large clock on the wall click another second away. It took time and patience to get here, but I am blessed and happy that I am here. It is mine. My rent, concern, structure, space, cleanliness, noise, and quiet; but most of all PEACE. I have walked the neighborhood with my four-legged baby and we feel new. People ask, "are you the new neighbor?" and I reply, "yes!" They smile and make polite compliments as we walk on. People from all walks of life, income, and even mannerism, but it is now my new neighborhood. I see the police roam through and I don't fine it questionable, but I feel safe. Even if they didn't drive through..I feel safe. No one seems to bother anyone and those that have been here longer than I our friends. I am not concern about being friends, but it seems that they look out for one another...that is fine with me. My four-legged baby walks and gets petted by the children and commented by all, "cute dog! Do you walk him a lot?" I reply, "Yes, for it is good for him and me." We continue to walk. Returning home, wiping my feet on the mat that I took the time to shop for that says, "WELCOME" and placing the key in the lock of the door, turning the handle and stepping in to home...I feel welcomed. On my own again and loving it.