…and letting it out. Ruth can finally exhale.
Shell be packing up and moving to a smaller, less expensive place in a few days. It’s bittersweet, really. This was supposed to be her last home. But with the divorce, then losing her job it was more than she could afford. It was really too much for her to try to keep up, anyway…way to much maintenance and grass to cut. She decided the Tuesday before Christmas to put the house on the market. By the Tuesday after Christmas she had a contract on it. She’s never been much for playing the lottery, but maybe she should buy a ticket.
So now Ruth is moving from Small Town, Bible Belt, USA to the neighboring Big Town, Bible Belt, USA. While she dreads the move she knows it’s a good one for her. The only reason she’s held on so long is because it was the one constant in her ever changing landscape, the one piece of familiarity. We’ll see how she does with city life. Country life has suited her well.
A lot has changed over the last two years for Ruth. She’s gone from a nineteen year marriage, about as long in her fundamentalist Christian belief, the security of fifteen years with a company she thought she’d retire from to divorced and engaged, doubting everything she believed about Christianity, and, count ’em, not one but two new jobs plus a client or two for her own business and now a new dwelling.
Everything has changed. I guess Ruth doesn’t do anything half-way. *grin* If Ruth maintains her sanity there is most assuredly more change to come. She’s accomplished a lot in a short amount of time. Deconstruction is hard work and the demolition isn’t over quite yet. But for now Ruth is looking forward to her future. Looking back over everything that’s happened over the last couple of years Ruth knows how lucky she is. That’s right, lucky.
Ruth takes another deep breath and lets it out. She’s been holding that in for far too long.