Oh, that gorgeous oak floor. I have been sweeping, sucking up, and mopping sawdust for three days. Getting a floor that beautiful is hell. That's why we didn't do it when we still all lived here.
I know back at the farm things are okay without me. They were before I moved back, so why wouldn't they be now? But I feel like I need to get back to work.
Of course, one of the reasons the house has taken so long to get ready is because I've been at the farm. And Jethro's been at work. Neither of us can be in two places at once.
Well, this difficult stage of our lives will shift again and we'll be on to a new different kind of difficult stage. Aren't they all?
In a short time, I'll officially no longer be the farm kid living in the subdivision. I won't be the co-owner of the cute little 50's bungalow in town. I will leave behind this little patch of land that had our names on it.
But, I get to keep the friends I made!!
I keep thinking about how many things in my life are so terribly wrong, and yet in so many ways my life is so very right.