Hubby and I took a walk yesterday, trying to get the chubby dog to lose some weight (and possibly the same for us humans)  We wandered “down the road”, checked the mail and continued on.  Our path led us under maple trees bursting with fall colour, and alongside the ocean.  We wandered for an hour, not talking much, but deep in thought.

My brain was ticking through thoughts, dancing around ideas. You know when you are not thinking about anything in particular and conversations just flit through your mind. Some stay a while, others move swiftly onwards.

The tide was high and our view was incredible.  We were in deep appreciate for where we are, and the stage we are at.

This is the first time, since I left home after graduation, that I feel that I have stopped running.
And let me clarify, not running AWAY, just running. Moving. Being in transit.

For 22 years I have had temporary bases for stages of my life. I entered into each of these “homes” and locations knowing that they weren’t permanent.  Knowing that I would continue to look for something different, but that they were fine for the time.

But now, both Hubby and I have stopped.

I know longer plan renovations for “selling points”, and I am planning our garden for the next decade.  In fact, we are planting trees that our grandchildren could use a tire swing on.

It is a totally surreal and fabulous feeling.

Grounded. Rooted. Committed.

Crazy.
Fantastic.

I never really expected to find “this place” in my life. Hubby and I always laughed that we were transient, travellers, explorers.  We were “settling” down because of the kids.

Now I know that we felt that because we never really fell into OUR life.

until now.