It seems fitting that Rachel’s last post would be about leaves unfurling from their winter hideouts and flowers showing off to world as I write my first post in what feels like forever. In many ways I too feel like I am “springing.” The air is not jasmine scented and there are no beautiful petals tucked behind my ear. Still, I am here. In this space. Both on the blog and in life. This fall has been more intense than I ever planned, but, perhaps foolishly, I feel like I have turned a corner. My spring is coming. A new birth.
Since late summer every spare moment I have had has been spent following online classes towards getting my real estate license. Online test, after online quiz followed by driving back and forth to the mainline for in-person testing. Followed by some of the most boring and depressing proctored testing sights in Harrisburg and Allentown, I am done! While it doesn’t seem like it should be such a big deal, people do it all the time…doing it while still having one child home half days, after school programs out the wazoo, Otto in full allergy shot mode (ie: 2 plus hours a week sitting in waiting rooms with both kids!) and still trying to maintain a clean house and feed all of us three meals a day, it has been a bit much. Not to mention I volunteer on a few boards which this year have upped the weekly meeting time I attend. Did I mention in all of this I also was painting my neighbors never ending grand entrance and hallway? Yeah, kind of insane. But, as of yesterday, all of that is done!!! Now I just need to sell some houses. My license officially will arrive later the month at which point I can actually start. But I am still in training mode with the broker. I am hoping to start slow and only work when Mette is in school so for now, just getting all the school work and test out of the way is a huge deal.
This afternoon is the first time since Mette started school in September that I have had a chance to sit and do my own activity while she is at school. I have dinner prepped, meals laid out for the next few days and a shopping list for what I need. I feel more prepared than I have in months. It’s kind of amazing. That’s not to say that the backlog of stuff that I have pushed to the back burner isn’t chanting in the background of every thought, but now at least I feel like I might actually get to some of those things. Next week. Mette and I have a playdate tomorrow morning and I don’t actually have plans for friday.
While Rachel is basking in warm sun, longer days and SPRING! I am taking this time to slow down. I have been baking bread again now that it is cold enough to make me want to run the oven all afternoon. I pulled a roast from the freezer and am planning the first pot roast of the season. There are many nights of roasted root vegetables in various forms on our menu. After a summer of not being able to knit much because my arms and hands hurt too much (don’t say the CT word, I am not prepared for that) I have slowly picked up the needles again and am making my way through a sweater for Mette. I will admit a big motivator to ramping up my knitting again is I need a good reason to buy yarn while in Montevideo because I have been dreaming about it since the first time Rachel went and brought me home goodies.
On that note, we are headed to the land of sunny Rachel and clan in 41 days. That seems entirely too awesome. I can’t wait. Along with shoving as much yarn in my suitcase as possible, I am hoping to soak up enough sun to make it through the cold of February. It’s a good goal.
For the next post I promise yummy treats and less complaining. Cold weather is for cooking and I am hoping to share.