One more move ...
Well, I've been working my way up to an announcement. Paul and I are moving to Kansas - I'm in love with a man I met on Catholic Match who is a farmer near Manhattan. He's farming his family farm. Gave notice at work today. I'm ready to move on, to put NJ and everything that happened here in the past. My only regret is leaving Ellen, Daniel and the grandkids behind. That will be very painful, but I'm hoping for a better life for Paul and I, and that they can come and visit - maybe the kids can rotate coming to the farm for parts of the summer.
The pictures are of part of the farm, with the Church we will attend in the distance; there's a creek that runs through the property; while I was there recently, we put in a windrow of trees with help from a neighbor boy; the house itself; and the man himself.
For the first time in quite some time, I have hope for the future.
2 comments:
It's a little alarming that our diocesan publication is going through more big changes only 1.5 years since you were hired on to helm the Monitor. Sounds like a case of too many cooks in the kitchen to me. A good solution to that problem is to move to farm - when you grow your own ingredients you only need yourself as the cook.
Yep, there's truth and magic in metaphors.
Very happy for you, Paula. You're beyond due for a radical shift that generates joy. God bless you now and moving forward.
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