It’s been some time now since Youme and I have prioritized updating this blog and so I will make an attempt to be more diligent in the coming months about this for as long as the words keep flowing, the thoughts continue, and the time permits. This morning as I was looking through some previous musings regarding possible topics for updating this blog, I came upon some written thoughts that I’m going to post as an update for today.
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Home Sweet Home
Home again, home again
As I checked the status of the blog this morning, I realized that a post has not been written since June 19, 2013. With so many months having gone by, it seems that my priorities have been somewhat split with the arduous tasks of relocating the family. Creating the home that will evoke future memories of happiness can be a daunting task. In all seriousness, I have found myself thinking through the day that I should be writing down various ideas/experiences, however my mind has been easily distracted with alternative musings. It has been a whirlwind journey these last few months with hardly enough time to catch my breath. After attending the 2013 National Convention of the National Federation of the Blind, NFB, my family and I flew to Boston with our two precious children. A fairly uneventful flight with only a minor bit of fussing from Song and baby Tao. My heart lurched a bit with sadness and empathy when we landed in Boston, when Song wanted to know when we were going home to Miami. David and Edith drove the family car, a 2000 Honda Civic, full of our belongings to Boston to attend a family reunion of sorts. Before we continued our journey to Western Massachusetts to create our new home, we had an opportunity to join a number of the Landowne relatives for a fantastic celebration of Grandpa Milton who will be 101-years-old this November. Every time I speak with Milton, I am reminded of the wondrous power of the mind and heart as I think about his ongoing journey, the wonderful family he has created for all of us, and the love we are all able to celebrate together. He has had so many years to ponder his decisions, experience the consequences, and live through the unmade choices. As I sit to write down these thoughts, a cold fall rain energizes my senses with excitement and hope for the next portion of our journey.
On August 1st, we continued our journey onward to Florence where we would be moving in to a ground floor unit: 20 Lonsdale Avenue, the place where it all begun. No matter how far one may roam, they will eventually return full circle to the point of origin. For Youme and I, this meant returning to the house where we first met at the wedding of our dear friends, Cat and Charlotte. Incidentally, we are now living below Cat, Charlotte, and their 3-year-old daughter, Adelaide who has become somewhat of a big sister to Song.
Not long after moving in to 20 Lonsdale, Yana arrived from New York to assist with the arduous unpacking process. Having moved a number of times in the past, I've come to learn that the most difficult aspect of unpacking is determining the initial placements of objects, i.e furniture and clothing. Having experienced Yana's skills at transformative action with regard to organization during our last move to an apartment in Chicago, I was and am appreciative of her ability to take on the challenge. Trying to unpack a house to form any resemblance of organization is especially difficult when one's attention is divided between the task at hand with the constant interruptions involved with entertaining two kids. Thank you Yana...
Now that our new living space is fantastically organized, I find myself impulsively performing maintenance tasks to assure this level of tidiness. Although I've been lucky with this aspiration these last few days, I'm noticing that the motivation can definitely be taxed at the end of the night after putting Song to bed. I suppose this is one of the parental responsibilities that we will get in to a scheduled routine after a few weeks. As the night gets later, I'm finding the articulate thoughts that form words are starting to trickle more slowly and so I will close this post until next time.
Let love, peace, and understanding be my guide through this continuing journey.
