Pressing On

We have officially cycled our one year mark of being in our home in New England. One way of knowing that is,  I just used the term "New England" rather than Boston. When we first moved here I noticed most people use that term in reference to the area. Sort of like Phoenicians will say, Southwest. So, I guess I am settling  into our temporary home.  Our house is beautiful and even though I am very grateful and often have to pinch myself when I look around at the beauty surrounding our area, I can still get side tracked by the little things that aren't exactly the way I'd like them to be. Certain things that are broken that have not yet  been fixed. There is a crack in the bathroom tile, uneven and loose bricks on the front porch, a large crack in the pavement in the garage, I think the fire pit leans right, a leaky window and the smell of thirty plus years of dampness in the basement. Those silly little things get me off focus of what is good and right about the house.

My husband and I celebrated our 31st anniversary last month with a trip to New York. It was something on our bucket list and since it's just a short distance from us now, we took advantage to travel by train. It was a great ride along the coast and a very relaxing way to travel.   We had a long list of things we wanted to see and do in the three days we would be there. We arrived the afternoon of our actual anniversary, caught a cab to our hotel, checked in and headed out to do some sight seeing around the area before dinner. As the night went on, Jim's foot began to flare up on him. He had something like this happen before so I knew it was not a good situation for a vacation that would consist of miles of walking. Not to mention the running we had hoped to get in while being there. He felt terrible, both physically, because of the pain in his foot and mentally in that he was disappointed of what it would do to our trip.  The next morning, being fully rested I was ready to get