You don’t have to be a spiritual advisor to fully understand this truth: There are dreams, and then, there’s reality. I find myself thinking about this more and more these days. My dreams are probably common for a woman my age — successful career, family, home of my own. But life, “reality,” has a way of working out quite differently then we expect. Take where I’m at now: Job, yes. Family, not so much husband and kids … and now my dad is gone … so it’s me, my pets, and my mom, who lives a few miles away, and my sister, who lives a few hundred miles away. Home of my own, SO NOT HAPPENING!
I had hoped, as had my dad, that I would be in my own home by now, but things quickly change and come the new year I will once again be moving back into my parents’ house. I moved there after college, and then when I went to graduate school. Those times were out of necessity and frugality. This time will be more for companionship and finances. My parents tried about a year ago to sell their house and downsize, but with the market where it is, you can imagine the frustration and utter defeat they felt. Now, it’s just my mom in a too-big-for-one house and me renting a house nearby. Combining our two situations and pooling our finances seems a logical scenario. I’ll admit I’m having a hard time with the whole idea of living with my mom as a single woman in her 30′s. But, when I’m honest with myself and banish the “what will people say” mentality, there is no place I’d rather be. I can’t imagine my mom having to maintain that house by herself — besides the fact of being in the house by herself day in and day out.
So, decision made. Mind grappling slowly and surely. Moving date is set and I will be the one downsizing. Anyone need a sofa? Cheers to the practical and to the joy that can and will be found in the reality realm of being.
