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Home Again by Mariana Acton December 27, 2006 I was home again! Finally aftertwo and one half years living in what felt like exile. Fear had kept me from thinking I would ever be happy again. I had rented my home of 30 years and built a new home in a community about 30 miles away to be near my new job in a church. My sister lived in this community and two of my nieces and their family and I thought it would be a new beginning after my husband's death from cancer three years before. Was I ever wrong. I don't know what god I listened to but it was not the God I served. The job was horrible and I quit after five months. My sister and family liked me living thiry miles away better than being frog throwing distance from them. I had lived in my new house, in a new construction area and had let my tenent talk me into a two year lease. I was stuck. The day finally came to cut the kite line. I put my house on the market the day the last new home sold in my area. I just waited for someone to love my house. And waited and waited. Few came and saw and the offers were way too low. I was working part-time and driving one hundred miles each week to see my new granddaughter. I was lost and could not imagine what would happen to me. Nine months is a long time to to let the imagination go off on its own. It is a long time to not be able to plan. Having my granddaughter to play with kept me sane and motivated to sell that house. I don't know why the tennants left early or did not live up to their lease agreement. When they left their mess behind, my other house sold. It was a gruelling one hundred degree day of moving. I totalled my car on the way out of town with the last load of stuff. Life was bizarre. I was back at home doing repairs and looking for full-time work. Big news came in early November. My baby daughter who live one hundred and fifty miles away was pregnant with their first child. Oh joy! Thanksgiving weekend the father of my beautiful granddaughter announced he had taken a new job in the same town where my other daughter lived and they would be moving early next year. Oh not joy! As I left the festivities, I stopped and filled up my car. It's amazing what happens at a gas station. An older couple asked me for directions. They were moving to a new city to be near their grandchildren. Before I filled up the gas gussler, I knew what I had to do. MOVE--again! Five months later, I was in a new house, a new town with new kids! my old kids' bodies had been infused with alien DNA that made them seem to not really want Grandma so close. Or at least that is how it felt. For three months I was so lonely and questioning my decision. What happened was leading me to question everything. Miracles do happen and a broken air conditioning unit in July forced the new baby and her parents into my home for four days. I was seen as a saint who knew so much about babies that I was asked to keep her two days a week when mom went back to work. At the same time, I found a new job at another church and found working two part-time jobs enjoyable. Sometimes it takes waiting and patience and tears to realize that life is just a journey. If we take the wrong train, the tracks run both ways and we can come back. I feel that my purpose is back and I am loved. What more could a grandma want? About the author: I am a Christian Educator who loves her kids, grandkids and dogs. I love to travel and find adventure. I've take a vacation by myself and had a great time. I current live near Austin Texas am happy and healthy. | | | |
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