On a dime

That’s how things turn, on a dime.

I assessed my life and quit my job and sold my house and moved back to my hometown to be near family.

My stepfather is nearly 94 and has dementia. My actual father is fine, but not getting any younger. I have brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews who aren’t getting any younger either.

I am not getting any younger.

Something needed to be shaken loose. I am keenly aware that you’ll never get anywhere with one foot on the floor applies more and more everything.

Since I got here, I’ve enrolled in a program for a degree in diagnostic ultrasound. I started class just two days after closing on my house, and I spend my days studying Human Anatomy & Physiology.

I haven’t unpacked everything and I can’t find my pants, but I’m here.

Send up a signal if you’d like to go to dinner or to a movie or to the Market on Madison or something; aside from studying, my schedule is embarrassingly open.

 

 

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About S.

Reader, writer, talker, knitter, picture taker, tennis player, music lover, Southerner.
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