The beautiful autumn foliage has passed. The trees are now dormant. The corn fields have been harvested. The chill of winter has arrived. And the birds are flying south...
And as I watch these birds take flight for their new (though temporary) homes in the sunny south, I think of our family's own upcoming migration... to the city. And I am filled with both joyful and fearful anticipation. Surely, Bangor is not Boston or Detroit or even Nashua, NH. Yet, it comes with the same pluses and minuses of any city. There are wonderful museums and there is horrible traffic. There are sweet downtown bookshops and there are loads of "big box" stores. There are friendly faces and their are house break-ins.
But most importantly ... Bangor has family, Bangor has friends, Bangor has culture, and it is a wonderful compromise. We will still live on rural land ... where my Mom feeds the bears from her back porch (I am very serious). Yet we can travel 3 miles down the road to see the latest independent film.
But there are things I will miss about my country home of 10 years. And I will need some space for a little bit of mourning. But I won't miss the loneliness! And I am certainly ready for our "migration". I know it will be full of new adventures and blessings.
I can't wait to show you all some pictures :) Soon.
Love,
Jodi
