The more things change...

When i left the house, i knew i would miss feeding the squirrels.  my friend ryan is the king squirrel.  here he is at christmas time, begging for lunch.  i worried that, since i left before spring had really arrived, they would be hungry.  we had come to depend on each other, after all.  we spend every saturday and sunday morning together; me eating breakfast in the diningroom, them eating breakfast on the patio.


being in a second floor apartment now, instead of a house with a patio, i assumed my squirrel-feeding days were put on hold until i find my new permanent home.  i bought a bird feeder as consolation, but the birds weren't interested and there it hung.  yesterday when i got home from work, the bird feeder was in pieces on the balcony, with the bird seed all over.  i assumed it was the wind, and my poor skills at hanging things.

this morning, found that, in fact, ryan had found me, and had "fixed" my squirrel feeder for me.  how kind of him. 

it turns out, all the really important things came with me.  i have my heart, and it's even a little less lonely than it was when i was not alone.  i have my soul; turns out its still there.  i have my sanity, although it took a while to unpack that one.  i have my children; yes, my family will survive this.  and i have my friends, who have all stuck around.  some of them even found me and my sunflower seeds all the way over here.

today, i'm feeling like i can do this.