Something Creative
My desire to travel, move around & explore this country is growing. I can feel the wanderlust taking over a little more every day. This of course makes it harder to get up & go about my daily routine of work & home. I feel this hunger for adventure: new sights, sounds, tastes & smells. To use my senses again & feel myself fill with some unknown essence I feel that I’m lacking recently. My lungs feel cramped, not quite expanding when I inhale the sameness of my current life.
When we moved to northern Minnesota in 2005 (Halloween weekend to be exact) it was because there were no more ties to the city life. I was unemployed (again—victim to a 2nd company being reorganized) with little desire to change that. Hubby had a great job & so he commuted to the Cities. For 2 long years he would leave me early on Monday morning & come home Friday afternoon. I hated every moment of it…we are a couple very used to spending a lot of time together. It’s not uncommon for us to text each other several times a day with the minutiae we just need to share. We can also spend days in the house without really saying much just moving together in a well-oiled routine. This pas de deux is second nature & we take it wherever we go….if we visit you it’ll be apparent in our every movement, comment & look.
Moving to our little community created new ties & strengthened some old ones. We got to spend time more time with Hubby’s dad & stepmom. We found a church we enjoyed attending—for the people as much as anything. New friends were made & I was able to introduce Hubby to some friends I made long ago. As we adjusted to living in a small town we changed our habits. Once a week trips to “town” to get groceries, shopping in the small local market in between, doing our best to spend our money in the local businesses. Our money followed us (what little there is) and so we bank with the local bank, I work for the adjacent insurance agency.
Now with employment opportunities being virtually nonexistent for Hubby, my need to find fulfillment in some type of job and the fading of other roots we were content to put down I’m wondering what is holding me to my life. I’ve been mulling this over in the back of my mind for some time but today I actually asked the question out loud as we left Sioux Falls. Hubby answered that he wasn’t at all sure. I can think of only one real solid tie that is left there.
We have been so blessed over the last few years to grow into a wonderful relationship & friendship with Hubby’s brother Pete & family. We have done so many fun things & been privileged to watch their boys grow. It is something we enjoy very much and our delight is matched every time we see the sunshine smiles of the boys when they see us. If we were to ever make the decision to move it would be made much harder knowing we’d most likely be leaving that closeness behind. The shared meals, trips to Duluth, hiking through our favorite state parks at a moment’s notice, movies and all the other random things we are able to do whenever the mood strikes. Of course we’d be able to visit & make plans to do that stuff but it would lose something in the planning. Having the ability to call Anne & set up a quick girls only trip to the local Maurices is something I usually enjoy. It’s been so nice having a sister when mine live too far away to do those things.
Right now everything seems to be suspended in mid-air & I’m waiting for the crash I sense is in the offing. Not being a person who handles the unknown or surprises well I find myself holding my breath. Can the tie I feel continue to hold me or will it snap—
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