The winds of change are blowing.....
For me, the midwest is synonymous with wind. I lived in Kansas for almost a year a long time ago. And it was the wind that I most remember about the weather there. It felt relentless, constant, wearing -- some days like chinese water torture. There was even a horrible dust storm in 1988 that was the worst since the dust bowl. The midday sun was blotted out by brown dust. They closed the highways because the wind was sandblasting the paint off cars! I came to hate the wind there.
St Louis is windy as well. It just seems to make everything harder. No use fixin' your hair - the wind just blows it every which way - in your eyes so you can't see, sideways. It dries your skin out; drives the rain under the umbrella, steals the warmth from you on cold days. Even Jane hates it. It gets in her ears and she shakes her head like mad and tries to out run it. So on the still days, when wind doesn't blow, I am thankful and grateful.
They say winds bring change. I've had quite a lot of that this past year. Sometimes it makes me dizzy to realize how much my life has changed since last December 27th. And while I long for some constants in my life -- I'm making more changes. The interview in New Mexico has been pushed back to December 9th. While I enjoy the sightseeing, I'm not really enjoying the rest of my travel. It's very hard to connect with anyone when you'll only be in a place for 3 months tops. I miss being part of a community. I miss having friends close by to do things with. I don't like job hunting every three months and sweating it out wondering if I'll have one (and health insurance). So I'm looking for something more permanent.
In the meantime, I'm healing a broken heart; remembering who I really am; forging new memories to replace the painful ones; and slowly reclaiming a life I gave away. That was part of my whole purpose in "taking my soul on the road". so while the sight-seeing is slowing down at the moment, I am breathing, and healing and learning how to be alone again. And searching for my path in life... again. Stay tuned for more.
Julie
For me, the midwest is synonymous with wind. I lived in Kansas for almost a year a long time ago. And it was the wind that I most remember about the weather there. It felt relentless, constant, wearing -- some days like chinese water torture. There was even a horrible dust storm in 1988 that was the worst since the dust bowl. The midday sun was blotted out by brown dust. They closed the highways because the wind was sandblasting the paint off cars! I came to hate the wind there.
St Louis is windy as well. It just seems to make everything harder. No use fixin' your hair - the wind just blows it every which way - in your eyes so you can't see, sideways. It dries your skin out; drives the rain under the umbrella, steals the warmth from you on cold days. Even Jane hates it. It gets in her ears and she shakes her head like mad and tries to out run it. So on the still days, when wind doesn't blow, I am thankful and grateful.
They say winds bring change. I've had quite a lot of that this past year. Sometimes it makes me dizzy to realize how much my life has changed since last December 27th. And while I long for some constants in my life -- I'm making more changes. The interview in New Mexico has been pushed back to December 9th. While I enjoy the sightseeing, I'm not really enjoying the rest of my travel. It's very hard to connect with anyone when you'll only be in a place for 3 months tops. I miss being part of a community. I miss having friends close by to do things with. I don't like job hunting every three months and sweating it out wondering if I'll have one (and health insurance). So I'm looking for something more permanent.
In the meantime, I'm healing a broken heart; remembering who I really am; forging new memories to replace the painful ones; and slowly reclaiming a life I gave away. That was part of my whole purpose in "taking my soul on the road". so while the sight-seeing is slowing down at the moment, I am breathing, and healing and learning how to be alone again. And searching for my path in life... again. Stay tuned for more.
Julie
as you know, you have many friends who will always be there when you need us. change is always hard and you, my dear, have had a hell of a year of "change". buck up ole buckaroo, you're doing a great job of carrying on with rebuilding your life...."be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still"...........s
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