I woke up this morning to see big puffy white snowflakes gently dance from the sky. Swirling and twirling as they found their new resting place on roofs, branches and the remnants of last weeks icy storm on crunchy lawns. Watching snow fall brings me an indescribable calmness and peace of mind. I stood on the back deck watching them as I inhaled the warm steam of my green tea and beckoned the Benadryl I'd taken to give me some sort of sinus relief. It is now 3 hours later and I'm seriously considering whether decapitation will bring any relief. Thankfully the remainder of my snow-inspired calmness has deterred me.
Today is Mr. Anderson's first day as a 'permanent employee.' I'm so proud of him. It's hard to believe that just over a year ago we were preparing to relocate our entire lives. Packing and shipping and flying everything near and dear to us across the Atlantic Ocean. To a place I've loved since as far back as I can remember, but was still relatively foreign to Carl. It's so good for my soul to see that now, a year and 2 months later, my Vermont - my home - is finally beginning to become Carl's as well. We have jobs, money in our savings account, a car, furniture and pots and pans and tons of vintage picture frames for our future house. We're forming a sense of stability. We're planting our roots. We're settling in, and making plans and dreaming big. I'm so hopeful and excited for the future.
Lately my thoughts have been completely consumed with my dream to write books. I find myself wondering through the day thinking of clever lead paragraphs for a memoir or colorful characters for a children's series. I know that this dream is, along with most things in my life, something that will test my patience. After all, money doesn't grow on trees, and that the lump we have tucked away in our savings account is entirely for our first home. In addition, I know that any memoir I write now would be relatively boring and lackluster. What have I done with my life that is so inspiring or book-worthy? I still have so much to learn, to experience, to overcome. So, in the meantime I'll keep a journal, continue to form inciting prologues and blurbs and dream.