I drove 12 hours to Arizona last week to start my new life. It was a gnarly drive by myself with my 100 lb. whining King Shepherd sitting shotgun on top of a car packed full to the brim.
We had our wedding planned for the end of May, however, due to the virus and the quickly spreading panic in the hot zone that was my previous home, we decided that we should jump before I got locked down in California indefinitely.
We got civilly married on my birthday, March 25 2020. It had been quite the whirlwind of emotions and feelings, as I left Boo in Santa Clara, per her decision. That has been the only painful part of my adjustment. She is still on drugs and homeless. She continues to have no self worth or esteem; it continues to be a familiar heartbreak that I know all too well.
I walked into a life in which 4 out of 5 of my husband’s children are hungry for closeness and nurturing. The fifth is almost 16 years old (a boy) and is not as needy as the others, but still very open to my presence. The other four range from 4 – 9 years old and are already boring separate spots in my newly full heart, after only a week.
Needless to say, it’s a busy life all of the sudden for me; and very demanding in a positive way.
I am so blessed. I am so in love. I am so awed by these changes.