Adjusting

Hi!  How are you doing?  Are you settling in?  Does it feel like home?  Do you miss your old house?  Have you found a job yet?  Have you started any home improvement projects yet?

Those are the most frequent questions I get asked.  I answer, fine, yes, not yet, YES!, no, we put up a new fence for the dog.  

I'm not quite sure what my truth is to those questions.

I made my favorite homemade bread recipe to make the house smell like home, but this place is so huge, that I couldn't smell a thing.  I searched for places to go berry picking, to put blueberries in the freezer for winter.  But I got too busy to get to the fields, so I purchased berries from the farmer's market, froze some, made jam out of the rest.  

Same type of canning jars, same kitchen towel, same motions, but no sense of accomplishment.

I made my favorite quiche for dinner.  There was only the slight smell of garlic in the house.  The scents dispersed too quickly.

I have been working on an on-line class for my old employer, so in addition to house stuff, I am staying very busy.  Still, I haven't found additional work.  That may take some time.  I might finally get to work on a novel, or some other work that has been rattling in my head for years.  Now that I might have the luxury to explore such an endeavor, it feels like I'm standing in front of a great abyss, unsure how to cross it.  It's terrifying and exciting all at once.