Mid-summer 2012 was a hot one, especially downtown Kalamazoo. Every time I drove into town, I felt sticky and couldn’t breath. There was no breeze.
Our home on the lake however, where the wind blew across the water to our porch and our children played in garden making mud with the hose, was paradise. I didn’t want to leave.
So I didn’t leave. For weeks on end, I made the trek to the city only when necessary. Groceries and Nona’s house were exceptions.
I felt grateful for our oasis and didn’t miss my social engagements. Friends took the back-burner. Family came first.
Then the inevitable happened.
I had slowly built up to a reclusive lifestyle which for me, was not only unsustainable, it was downright dangerous. Turns out, I’m a social person. I like people. Being around people, talking and listening to people.
Contrary to my heat-induced-lock-down session belief that maintaining relationships is hard work that I didn’t have the energy for, friends are worth the effort. The rewards of meaningful relationships are plentiful (namely my sanity).
Could my nearest and dearest sense something? They came out of the woodwork and invited me to gatherings, asked me to be a member of a panel discussion, voted me in as Kalamazoo Regional Coordinator of FoMM and gently nudged me to take a few more steps toward postpartum doula training.
I’ve learned a lot through these seasons and am so grateful for these times. Now I’m – quite literally – moving forward.
Here is my “official” announcement: Friends, family…we’re moving back to Kalamazoo.
We’ll be within biking distance to downtown. Ten minute drives to Mom’s and Grandma’s. Ten minute walk to Crane Park. A dozen children live on the block. Cherished friends nearby. Couldn’t ask for more.
I remember feeling such a sense of relief when we moved to the lake house. It was exactly what we needed. Now we’re feeling the same way again. We’re craving connection – a big one on the totem pole of needs.
As I finish preparing for the move next weekend, I’ll spend the week reminiscing and mourning the loss of this lakefront dwelling – I did give birth to Lucan here afterall – and anticipating this exciting new chapter.