Time Heals

We're in June now, and June is much better than April. Even with the unending rain showers that poured over from late May, June is much, much better.

I am in a new place now (physically, and I'm thinking emotionally, too.) I moved at the end of May, in a drenching thunderstorm that just seemed to represent a release from all the unhappiness from the past. The first weekend was not unlike other weekends when my son and I had moved - trying to go through the boxes to find those parts of our lives that we needed most; dealing with lack of cable; checking out the apartment and area.

However, we already knew the town (having moved just 1/2 mile from our old place), so it wasn't completely new. And that first night, after finally getting our beds put together by some late hour (I think it was 1 a.m.), I lay in bed and relaxed, while my son went off to get groceries. And in the morning, I discovered the blueberry muffin he had gotten me for my breakfast.

And then, several days later, we got the living room furniture moved up from the garage, and I sat on the couch, and looked out onto my new balcony, out at the new neighborhood, and realized things are getting better.