Having my life back

This might sound overly dramatic, but I feel like I have my life back.  For the last nine weeks, I've been living in our new house but working in our old house.  The only days when I didn't go to the old house were days that I had scheduled with some other necessary activity...and working and organizing our new house was not considered a necessary activity.  Most days for the last nine weeks I've put my "new life" on hold and gone back to our "old life."  And in the meantime, some of our necessary activities have consisted of hospital/sickness of our youngest and my father as well as funerals.  I didn't realize how much stress I had been feeling until this weekend, when I didn't feel as though I had to be running back to the old house.  I felt such a tremendous weight lifted all weekend.  My husband even commented on how much happier and relaxed I seemed.

In addition to the stress, there was also an emotional toll of going back almost every day.  My life is here now, in our new home and our new town.  But almost every day, I was going back to our old house in our old town.  As the day would progress I would inevitably compare it to last year and what I would normally have been doing at that time...it's just the way I am.  But now I truly feel as though I can focus on life here...and let me assure that our house desperately needs that focus!  I am looking forward to feeling as though I am finally moving forward!