Yesterday I took my big girl out for a Summer celebration lunch. She just finished her Freshman year of college (which is a post of its own) and we decided it was as good an excuse as any to sit at a sidewalk table on Main St. and watch the Village bustle. I rarely venture away from here for a meal out. After our lunch, we walked across the street to the bookstore, then down to the antique store and then to the pet shop.
We've been here 2 years this month and I still find myself in awe that I'm living a life that I once only dreamed about. Almost everything we want is right here in the Village: the library, the coffee shop, the dentist, the bakery, the farmer's market, yoga classes, the pie shop, restaurants, parks, the yarn shop. It's an amazing way to live.
When I think back to what we did to get where we are right now, I feel awed, proud, brave and surprised all at the same time. It wasn't easy. None of it was, but there is scarcely a day that goes by, that one of the 4 of us doesn't declare how much we love it here. It probably sounds like an exaggeration, but it's not. Both the girls want to live in the Village with their own families one day. I'm grateful we could give them this.
After a lifetime of nomadic living, I have planted my roots here. I feel them growing deeper when I sit on my back porch waving at neighbors and hearing the high school marching band practicing on a Thursday evening, when I hear the roar of the Little League crowd on a Saturday afternoon, when I walk down Main St. on a perfect Spring day remembering a time not so long ago, when I hoped and dreamed that this would be my life.
The wanderlust I have felt my entire life is gone now. There is no other place I would rather be. I'm home.