It's a new day... and a new me.

Well, I've got to admit that I'm feeling much better this morning. The sun is shining, I have all the windows and doors open and I got my carpet cleaned yesterday afternoon. It's kind of strange to think that having a clean carpet = happiness... but there ya go. It's a small thing I know, but it just feels fresher around here. I feel fresher and more hopeful.

A sunny day... fresh air and a clean carpet. Nice things to have, eh?
But I've got to give credit where credit is due.
The comments that y'all left yesterday, made all the difference in the world. Really.
Like they say : "A burden shared, is a burden halved."

I was having a real "maudlin moment" but you made me smile, you made me think and you made me realize that I'm not the only one that goes through this.
So I thank you all... from the bottom of my heart.

I am where I am, and I'm doing my darnedest to accept that. And when you really think about it, how lucky are we to live in a world where instant communication is so darned easy? When I think of what prior generations went through, moving across the country or across the world, and the only means of communication left to them were letters that could take forever to get where they needed to go. Man.. it just makes my heart ache.

My Nana left Oklahoma in 1930 to join her sons who were then working in construction in California... and she never ever got to go "home" again. Well, there was no "home" left to go to after the dust bowl, but she still ached for what she missed. I remember her sharing stories of friends and family that she never saw again in her lifetime... and how she would wipe her eyes with her apron, when she told those stories.
Even the happy stories had her wiping her tears. Because she missed it all. The people, the place and the personal history and items that had to be abandoned.

At least I have a home to go back to, I have the luxury to be able to do it... and I have the added joy of being able to communicate with my son and my friends whenever I want. We can send IM's. We can blog. We can pick up the phone or even jump on a plane. People we've never even met, can offer words of encouragement and share their stories, pictures and anecdotes with us. Options that our ancestors never had.
And what about the folks who moved halfway across the world, before, during and after the war and who never had the opportunity to see their loved ones again? It's just so heartbreaking.

I decided to quit being such a sooky chook.. and to stop my whinging, because the world simply doesn't revolve around me.
So, here I am....I'm smiling again. I really am.
I just need the occasional apron for those teary moments.... and my friends.