May 6, 2013….nearly 3 years ago….we were out and about with a realtor looking for a house to buy. She took us to several houses which roughly met our criteria…I was a bit discouraged so when she mentioned the house in Pleasant Hill, I was on the verge of saying…ya…I’m tired…lets just try another time. When we walked through the front door of the house on Hidden Valley I said This Is IT! I knew I was home!
The first neighbor I met was Robbien next door. She set up lawn mowing for us and offered to keep an eye on the house until we could move in which would be 1/2 a year away. After living in the country for 34 years, I wanted neighbors, I wanted the neighborhood I grew up in. Sometimes it is just right!
Dave and Robbien took us out last night for Mexican and lip numbing margaritas as a welcome to the neighborhood. We laughed because we have been talking about doing this for at least 2 years. It felt right to be exchanging stories and laughing out loud with these people who have become a part of our life.
When I think of the health crisis year of 2015, I realize that it was, in fact, a nasty year. Yet it was a great year because we both came out of it and are still breathing. After the turmoil which made me who I am today, I know that I am finding peace of mind and will be able to bloom where I’m planted. Sometimes it is just right!
Until next time….