Goodbye California. Hello Midwest. Musings on Moving Home.
I'm leaving on a jet plane. Well, not exactly. I'm actually leaving next week in my white Camry hybrid and heading back to Minnesota, to the little town where I was born and raised.
To give you some perspective, I'm leaving Los Angeles -- a city of, well, everything -- and returning to my hometown of 4,000 people, three stop lights, ten churches, 12 bars, a handful of restaurants, a library, post office, a Walmart, cows, trees, more trees and too many lakes to count (seriously, everyone has their own lake...sadly, it is frozen six month a year).
This is indeed a very big change for me, having escaped to California back in January 1979 (as a mere toddler, mind you) and living (mostly happily) in Southern California ever since.
I'm leaving in a few days with mixed feelings and much trepidation -- how will I survive the cold, the snow, the lack of a Trader Joe's?
My reason for going is my Mother, of course. Those of you who read my blog know that Mummy -- as we call her -- will soon be 91, and she has moderate dementia. My saintly middle sister has been Mummy's primary caregiver for years. However, my sister and her husband are in Florida for the winter and Mummy can no longer spend the long cold months fending for herself. We have no other family in the area and all of Mom's friend's are old, too.
Mummy needs someone there and going home is the right thing to do.
So, most everything I own is going into two PODs and the rest will be squeezed into my car. For the next six months or so, I'll be living in my sister's home -- a charming little place we affectionately call "Little House on the Prairie." The house is located on the outskirts of town -- just over the river, through a small woods and right off Cemetery Road. I'm not kidding.
This is a whole new chapter of my life. It's a little scary, a little exciting and more than a little overwhelming. I'll keep you updated in blog posts, on Facebook and on Twitter, so stay connected and send me your good thoughts.
Oh, you can also send mittens and mufflers, too, cause you can never have too many mittens when you live in Minnesota. And, next time you are shopping at Trader Joe's, please think of me.
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