I am very lucky to live in two places I enjoy for very different reasons, but transitioning, especially to Houston, is a bit of a challenge.
This morning I woke up and everything was so unfamiliar. The view outside the window was a water soaked fence and plants bedraggled by too much rain. The only water is that which flows in the fountain outside the breakfast room, and it looked neglected and sad as did everything around it.
I sat for a few minutes wondering where I belong. I love those months in Maine where we have made wonderful friends with whom we frequently gather. I love the beauty of the place, the unhurried lifestyle, the boat trips, the islands, the lobster boats and lighthouses. It is the place where I feel so at ease and where my gray hairs and jeaned self fit right in.
Houston is such a contrast. It’s BIG, and there’s more of everything from traffic to restaurants to entertainment and shopping opportunities. It is the place I have lived most of my adult life, and the hubby and I are lucky to live in a wonderful neighborhood where most of our friends still reside. The down side is that people have so many distractions that it can be difficult to spend time together. Spontaneous gatherings are almost an impossibility.
However, once I go to Costco and get a tennis match or two under my belt, all will seem like normal, at least until May!
i so appreciate your visit and the comments you leave behind