It's such a relief when September comes around. The change in the slant of the sunlight, the earlier evenings, the turning of the leaves. I always look forward to the first day of fall.
I invited the neighbors over for an Autumnal Equinox Party one of our first years here. I had such aspirations about being involved in my community! I am still very good friends with a neighbor down the street. Her daughter just left for college. We used to go for walks together every day, the newborn daughter swaddled in her moby wrap, Valerie holding their dog's leash, me waddling with Andrew in my belly. And I have grown ever closer to our elderly neighbors over the years--the thought of moving away from them breaks my heart. They are my parents' age and it has been so reassuring having them next door.
September 23rd is my late beloved Grandma's birthday, so a special day for me (and my sister and cousins). I don't think I'd be who I am today if it weren't for her. So, I celebrate her memory and feel so very grateful.
I felt extra sad walking to the river yesterday morning. I chatted with another neighbor on the way back about house prices and flood insurance. I so wish this could have been our forever home. House prices have doubled since we moved here.
I am busy with work all week, and sometimes with Andrew's sports or music events. Then the weekend comes and I feel so much anxiety looking at all I have to do. I feel ashamed for having so much clutter. But then I remind myself that I haven't had much help all these years. Hubby works 50-60 hour weeks and we have no family close. And I've been working since 2015.
And raising my kids in this quiet little neighborhood in a little valley village, close to a river, and just inland from the sea. It's all that really matters.
(The photo is of a huge cactus patch down the street that bursts with brilliant ripening nopales this time of year.)
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