It is a morning made of fog and low clouds. Everything is grey and muted. It is a Sunday, for what that is worth. One thing that means in our neighborhood is that it is quiet. Most days, folk in these parts are up to something and making all manner of noise; whether the odd, undiscernible mechanical noises from the shop across the street, to the various construction related sounds from the new house building effort down the street, to the more than a little obnoxious youth riding endless loops on a seemingly unmuffled motorbike. Today though, like most Sunday’s, there is almost no sound. That fact combined with the gloom, and the day seems a bit desolate. But that is alright, some days are like that.
It is just over a year now since we moved here, the Wife and I and Little. On a day to day basis, the place, and the experience is relatively slow and uneventful. The Wife has settled into her new position at work. I, through a fair bit of interagency wrangling, was allowed to work in a temporary position, although as of next week that will change as I have been offered a full time position, which I have somewhat reluctantly accepted.
Typical to our time together however, we have actually experienced many changes. We bought a house, which we intended to do, and have made a number of improvements; a new floor in one room, a new garden fence, an expansion of the backyard fence, as well as the population, as it were, of a new woodlot. We got a puppy, with the idea that Little could use a friend. She is bigger than maybe we expected, but not as big as people said she would be… based on her giant feet, and she has turned out to be very sweet and full of personality. We traveled to Tucson for a long weekend, visited Flagstaff twice, explored Petrified Forest NP numerous times (I even ran a marathon there at one point), and wandered over and through many parts of the Forest that brought us here in the first place.
One weekend, we drove to Taos to see a concert, exploring bits of New Mexico along the way. One morning in Albuquerque I was able to do a long run along a great forested trail that I found along the Rio Grande. Earlier in the summer, we flew back east for a family wedding and then up north to visit more family. We kept a small, but productive garden, and in the late summer were able to take advantage of the bounty of local apples, which were somewhat of a surprise to me. We found and picked wild hops, though I have yet to revive my brewing habit. I have spent a lot of free time expanding my baking ability, much to my delight.
All of that however pales in comparison to the single most monumental change that we have experienced. It is roughly three and a half years now that we have been married and for the better part of that we have been hoping to start a family. For whatever reason that has not seemed to be in the cards. As such, we began to discuss the idea of adoption. Weighing our options, as we saw them, between fertility treatments and seeking to undertake the adoption of a newborn, we opted for the latter, and so began what was to become a rather long and involved process.
Three days ago the Boy turned two months old.
It is a strange and wonderful and curious existence, this meandering path of a life I have lived. Never truly aiming for anywhere nor anything in particular has often, understandably, left me feeling lost and/or adrift. Yet, many times, it has also left me amazed at where I find myself. When one focuses rather on the journey, or the struggle as can also happen, the destination, or result, can be quite a surprise.