Starting over

Some of us are uniquely suited for starting over and whether that comes from experience, or nature I will never know.

I remember moving to Champaign, Illinois with my parents and siblings.It was no big deal at the time. My world at that age was inside the house with those people I knew and loved best and since that didn't change it was fine.  It did change when we left Champaign though.

We  stayed with my grandma while my dad went to Germany with his dad and I heard my mother tell someone, "She asked me if now she has made friends, would we move." She was talking about me and I knew it, but even at the time I didn't remember saying that. Those were my mother's feelings being spoken in the best way she knew how. The friends she was talking about were two children, Julie and Paul, who lived across the street from us in Champaign. We had played twice, once at my house and once at theirs. However those words did influence how I felt over the years as my parents moved at almost every critical time in my life and I had to keep starting over.

The ongoing knowledge was that I knew the people in my family were more important than where I lived, so I adjusted. Then after spending thirty years with my husband we divorced. I found myself almost fifty and starting over again. The biggest difference this time was that my children were grown, my mother was dead, my dad remarried and I was alone. Still I had close friends and the transition was actually easier than I had expected.

In 2008 I moved across country to be near one of my children and that ended in 2010. I found myself almost sixty and starting over once more. I remember moving back here and  sitting in my apartment with my dog, a blow up mattress, a folding chair, a tv tray and a ten inch television. Starting over!

I am now firmly entrenched in being a single woman isolated due to this quarantine, but I know how to do this.

Starting over is my forte.