It has been a long time

Life is ever evolving for me.  It's like that for everyone.  I guess I could have been born into a family and a life that permitted me to live out my days in one small area.  Living my life in one town or maybe a couple, possibly even just within one state.   No.  My life has been a series of several towns and cities and several states.

This chapter starts in Redwood, New York.  Not once during the past 20 or so years has it ever crossed my mind that I would be living in New York state again.  I was happy to leave when I did some 20(+) years ago.  I've always said that "I never left anything in New York, so there's no reason to go back."  I meant every word of it.   For the past 5 years, I've given the choosing of the areas where I live over to my husband's career.   I've retained the right to choose the home and community, but the area is all his. 


We've spent 4(+) years living in Colorado and I loved it.  We both loved it.  It was such a change for us both and the realization of a childhood dream for me.  I've dreamed of living in Colorado since I was a little girl.  Colorado always seemed so perfect to me.  In my mind, it held the same aura as the wild west.  Everything about the lifestyle that was depicted to me there seemed relaxed, free and inviting.  In my mind, the people who lived there didn't have to live up to any expectations other than their own.  That to me was just pure bliss. 

But here I am in New York.  Again.  Here I am in New York, but different this time.  This time I'm happy, I'm free and I am not alone.   I'm so close to the Canadian border that I could walk there, if the St. Lawrence River wasn't in the way.  The people here are different than where I lived in New York before.  Or maybe its truly just me who is different.   I feel a sense of coming home in a strange way.  As though I'm back for a purpose and this time I'm capable and able to meet the challenge. 

To commemorate this move and this sense of realization in my life, I'm resurrecting this old blog.  The older posts probably don't represent me too much any longer.  But they do show me a sense of progression and keep me grounded in who I've been.  The me who existed before the older posts in this blog are kept in handwritten forms, in the memories of those who've walked part of the journey with me and in places deep within myself.  I'm hopeful, as is my way.  That hope hasn't failed me as yet.  So I will keep it close and put one foot in front of the other.