Fork in the road

It's 10:30 p.m., I just talked to Jay before he heads to the Annaba airport to start the trek home. I am at Scott's house watching the kids and Butch is curled up on the couch next to me. I had a great breakfast with good friends this morning and spent a busy day doing what I always do right before Jay comes home, cleaning and organizing things. Now, it's quiet and the kids are asleep. I have my lap top sitting, well...I suppose where it should be since it's a lap top, in my lap and thinking about the future. Things seem to change all too fast for me. What is it about getting older that seems to speed up the passage of time? When I was a kid time moved much slower. Those three months of summer vacation seemed like an eternity filled with days and days of wonderful adventures roaming about the little town of Iona. The school year seemed to drag on forever and we all know how long it took for Christmas to come and go. Now, it seems that weeks, months, and even years fly by at the speed of light. Only two weeks ago I had a great job, only two months ago I was wandering the beaches of Crete, and only two years ago my sweet son was doting on his baby girl.

Now, I stand here at this moment and look down the road and there is a fork there. I wonder which way I'll go. I wonder where I'll be in two weeks from now, two months from now and two years from now. So much as changed for me in what feels like such a short time. For 18 years I was in the same place, the same life...then suddenly in the space of 8 years I have moved three times, changed jobs twice, got married, lost my father and my son. I have seen four of my children get married (some of them twice...what? You did.) Maybe it was because we had no responsibilities, but one thing I loved the most about Greece was the feeling that time had slowed down just a little. I tend to fear the unknown, so taking that first step down this new road will be tough, but as time speeds by, I suppose before long I'll wonder why it bothered me so bad.

At least I know this...Jay will be home on Monday and for three weeks until he leaves again, we will have the time to just sleep late, take leisurely drives, and talk over intimate meals. That I am looking forward to for sure. What adventures will I have to blog about in the future? Somehow I don't think my adventures are over just yet.