Time, Time, Time

I just got back in after taking my dog for a walk, this warm, sunny Sunday. The weather was unseasonably warm, much like it was a year ago when I went on a short vacation to Canada with my best friend.

A year ago, we were sitting out on a dock, talking about our lives, and just catching up. I remember I said I didn't see myself getting into a relationship for a long time (check back about a year earlier to see how long that lasted!) Like today, I was thankful for the weather and the fact that I now lived close enough to my friend that we could spend time together.

Today, I was thinking about where I was last year. Last year I was just starting to drive around again, having recently bought a used car from a very nice older couple. I had no idea it would last about 2 more months before I would have to junk it and get another used, but better car. I was not involved with anyone else, but I was in a pretty good place with myself, having gone back to church, learning to take time for myself, to learn about myself.

I was still feeling awkward in my job, but I was comfortable knowing I was moving forward.

Last year, my furniture consisted of the two bedroom sets (mine and my son's); an entertainment unit; a chair (from the same couple who sold me the car); and a folding table with canvas chairs that I used as my dining set.

Last year my son was away at school, trying to give it another try, trying to move forward and not look back at the messy relationship break up from the summer (his first break up; his first broken heart).

Last year I thought the house would finally sell. I didn't know the bank would take it away, after two nearly successful attempts to short sell the property (both opportunities lost due to the bank's ineptitude).

This year I am feeling more comfortable with my surroundings. I survived a difficult winter, but I survived it with someone who had also been through difficult times. I survived it with someone who was able to deal with me, and my issues. And I survived it without giving up myself (a first!)

This year I still don't have a dining set (but soon!) but I have a nice living room set.

This year my son is home with me; he is working, he is happy in a brand new relationship.

This year, the flower that was just a bud last year is now beginning to open; the tree that was a sapling is now taking root.