Home is where the heart is. Yes, a title stolen from a movie, but its the truth.
I was having a conversation with a friend tonight and it just hit me – all the shisa that has ‘happened’ to me this year is so inconsequential, the most important thing that has happened to me IS recognizing how lucky I am for having phenominal people around me. Honestly, I just realized that nothing else matters but my friends and my furry kids. My best friends who have supported me thru thick and thin, good and bad times.. …. my furry kids who have loved me, unconditionally, thru 3 moves….
Yes, I’m divorced, newly single (or whatever people call it these days)… Yes, I had a great life, it all looked good from the outside. And I wanted people to believe it was good. But as much as I want to call the ex a coward, to some degree, I was myself. He was ultimately the person that ended it thru infidelity, but we all know by now this was a symptom of a bad relationship.
Anyway, as I was chatting with my friend, It really hit me as to what was important to me… and its my best friends…. its spending time (no matter where or when) with friends; its a few moments with a best friend who is leaving town for while, its talking with my niece whom I love like my own…….. its talking/connecting with friends. And as much as I love material things (who doesn’t love new shoes!!), I’ve realized that none of my ‘stuff’ is really that important; all I really care about is about loving, living, talking, and taking care of the folks I adore.
I’ve been some what a recluse lately (my friends would say its been years). But I’ve been recovering, and now, very content with the life I’ve created. But I have to say, I think to some degree I’ve been sub-consciously just dealing with making a new life for myself… now though, as of tonight, its a concsious choice – I love my friends, they have been very very very very good to me.
I’m lucky and I know it. This is a great place to be.