I have to say...leaving the nest sometimes feels "for the birds." It's not this perfect equation for adventure, happiness, & coolitude. Sometimes it's plain tiring, lonely, &, well, hard...& I wish I could hop back in the nest & be fed, taken care of, & chatted with. {NOTE: My *old* family home (it sounds weird typing that) welcomes me with open arms anytime.} Going "home" to visit just isn't the same as nesting with the folks, & while it's hard sometimes in this new nest out in the big world, I know it's where God wants me to be...hard nights & all - even when I chip one of my new glasses while I'm washing it; when one of my dinner plates cracks right down the middle in the microwave; I bump my car into the yellow base of a parking lot light at the grocery store; haggle with the checkout clerk that my purchases are on sale {it says so right in the ad} & leave all my unpaid purchases in a small {as polite as possible} huff at the checkout; spy the yellow paint on my car with much angst; drive to my unfinished nest; & have a cry. God's with me every step of the way & understands my birdie (that sounds much nicer than 'bird brain') thoughts... And He's with you too, sis.
Love,
-Bess-
Here are the nest's before shots...
living room
fireplace close up (+ my robin's egg blue rain/garden boots=)
kitchen
