Today marks one year that I have been in the little yellow apartment by the beach. October 1st, 2011 was the bad move out. Oct 1st, 2011 was the good move in.
It's weird, that I still refer to here as "my new place." I've been here a year. It's not new anymore.
When I moved in, I had this idea that it would be a place of healing. And it was. It's just that healing takes a long time. And it's not always a linear process. It's more of a two steps forward, one step back process. With a few complete meltdowns thrown in for good measure.
But overall, I'm in a much better place than I was a year ago. Both in my home and in my head.
I was walking by the recently closed pool today, thinking about how good this place has been for me. How I wish I just had a few more weekends by the pool here. I don't think I will be here next year when the pool opens.
I have a couple of possible plans for 2012...plan A and plan B...depending on how things pan out in the last three months of 2012. Whichever scenario plays out, it will mean some big changes, in my job, my home base, and my life pattern. It will mean some big changes in my blog presence, as well.
It'll be fun to determine if A or B makes more sense and then to start crack-a-lackin' on the game plan.
But for now, it's nice to call this place home.