Yesterday I said goodbye to my coworkers. Goodbye to waking to a 5am alarm clock. Goodbye to dealing with the frantic pace of a busy car dealership. Goodbye weekly paycheck!
This morning I woke up to an empty house. Hello peace and quiet. Hello 8 hours of sleep. I had almost forgotten what you looked like. Hello to trying to decide what comes next.
We’ve been planning to move north when Jack graduates for the last 3 years. We’ve worked hard to get to this point and a lot of things had to fall into place. The truth is that we still have some things left to figure out. But this much we know- we had to take that first step. And that is what yesterday was about. Stepping off the ledge and trusting that we will land on our feet.
We have a little over 6 months until we pack up our lives here in Howell and head north to East Tawas. There is a lot to do before then! We have over 40 years of stuff to sort through and distribute among friends and family. We are downsizing by almost 2/3! Chad and I don’t need much for our next chapter. We are looking for a simple, quiet life. Going for evening walks, bike rides out to the lighthouse, walks on the beach, helping out in the community, occasional trips downstate to visit family and friends. We’ve done busy, hectic, crazy schedules and we are tired. But we have six more months of busy before we can get to that quiet.
At this point I have to acknowledge and recognize my husband of 27 years. He has been my rock. Together we have had more jobs than I can count over the years, starting when we were just teenagers. We’ve always believed in working hard to achieve our dreams. And now he has blessed me with the gift of spending these last 6 months at home. I can spend more time with my parents while I am still only a short drive away. More time with our son who graduates this year. I will be able to help our oldest find her first apartment and help her settle into her new exciting life. I can meet up with our other daughter for lunches, something we will no longer be able to do once we live 4 hours apart. I can take my time sorting through our memories and scanning the thousands of pictures I’ve taken over the years. I will not have to feel rushed and stressed about packing, I can take my time and do it right. I can check off all my mental boxes. Thank you for this Chad Bondie!
Most of all I will be able to take some time to find myself again. Not only the Shannone people know as a wife, a mom, a coworker. I will always love being those things. But also the person inside who used to stay up all night with a book I couldn’t put down and wrote poetry. The girl who loves photography, decorating and cooking. The girl who needs to get serious about taking care of herself..but that is another post for another time! The next 6 months will be a transition. A transition from the person I was to the person I will become. A full time working mom to a woman who has the best years of her life still ahead of her with the man she loves by her side.
This morning I came downstairs and asked myself, “Now what?”. The reply is simple. Now I live!