Well….have been having this weird feeling this past week….one of contentment with my stress levels dropping to the lowest they’ve been since I can remember…and I’ve been smiling for no reason…after a week in my new house I wonder if this could be happiness? Over the past 18 months or so there has always been the nagging thoughts in the back of my mind that I had work to do on my son’s house along with the daunting task of finding a house for me…and while I still have mountains of work to do here, the urgency is just not there…it’s like I can finally just putter around and do things or not do things and it is finally my choice…I have realized that I can live with the house just as it is…with the over painted cupboards in the kitchen and the cracks in the plaster….and the projects to be done will be done on my timetable and no one else’s…I’m sitting here now with my last cup of coffee with soccer on in the background and reveling in the fact that Sunday morning is my favorite of the week…and I have corned beef and cabbage to cook in the instant pot for lunch and then a bike ride after the Manchester derby at 11:30….and I have the rest of the city to explore to go with the nice surprise that I live near a pretty nice part of it and I still have the Lake Michigan parks to see in the next months….the thought hit me the other day that I am finally home…to the last place I will call home since I’m pretty frickin old….but, while that could be depressing for some people, for me it’s strangely comforting…and it is the best outcome I could have imagined…I think this IS happiness…and I like it…