We're here in our new city. On the one hand, it's really cold and icy and snowy and freezing.
On the other hand, I'm learning to drive on ice. And something in my viking genetics perks up, I think, in the face of this cold. I feel like I'm energized, full of icy water, ready to take off down a ski slope and feel the melting and the spray of powder under me.
On the one hand, My shoulder muscle is strained from lifting so many heavy things, so many times in the course of a few short days.
On the other hand, the house looks really nice and we're keeping most of the boxes in storage so we won't have to pack much again when we move in a few months.
On the one hand, it's a tiny little place. Not many places to go, if you want to get away from it all.
On the other hand, nature is right here, right within walking distance, with acres of pastures, riverbottom, and forest if you want to get away from it all.
On the one hand, my kids have been completely insane these last few days and I haven't had any opportunity to escape them until tonight.
On the other hand, we've grown a bit closer as a family.
On the one hand, the internet we're using right now is illegally borrowed and slooooow.
On the other hand, I haven't had much screen time at all lately. Today, I have talked to my kids more, and practiced the piano for a good solid half-hour.
On the one hand, we missed MLK day.
ON the other, my mother's facebook status, and the picture she posted of my daughters, made me realize, in a way I never did before, how my family is a sort of fulfillment of that prophecy of Dr. King's.
On the one hand, I don't know anyone.
On the other hand, I've met a bunch of friendly people already, and it's a fresh start with no baggage.
On the one hand, I miss everybody back home.
ON the other hand, I've felt an outpouring of love from everyone, and I know now what I mean to them, and I'm glad to know.