Relieved, sad, blessed
The move from my house, to my girlfriend's house, is complete. Sad that there were many possessions left, and though some would have been good donations to a charity thrift shop, there wasn't enough time for that to happen. It seems wasteful, but I'm relieved that my house is finally listed for sale, though because of the disrepair, it won't bring much. Still, I'll have a better roof over my head, and again be with someone who loves me. Sixteen years ago, when my wife passed, I didn't think I had a chance for love again.
Blessed that my youngest sister has been there for me always, but especially the last few years. She went with my doctor appointments pre-surgery, and since she had a similar heart surgery, asked the right questions there. She took off work to take me to and from my rehab appointments - 3x a week.
And during this prolonged (a year!!!!) move, she's encouraged me, and worked as hard as I did, without complaint or excuse. Even keeping an eye on my house and my gf's house, while I've been out of state, with my gf in her current home.
I keep reminded myself of something I heard in recovery - that wild monkeys had been caught by hanging a bottle with a thin neck in the trees. The bottle had a bright ball inside, and when a monkey reached in through the neck to grab the ball, its fist couldn't pass back through the opening. So, being trapped because of not wanting to let go. I think that applies to me also, that I'm stuck in the past if I can't let go, and I can't progress.
And I have doubts that I would still be here if it wasn't for this place and the people here, so I'm grateful for that, too.
peace
