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Moving Monday

Good Morning! It is still morning right?

I am in the midst of trying to get myself on a new sleep schedule for my job that starts on Friday. Things are a little topsy-turvy at the moment, however, by week’s end they should be a touch better in the sleep department.

Sunday was an eventful day of decision-making at my house. For a few months now we have known that when our current lease is up in December that we would be making a move. I even started sorting through items, using up the food pantry and managed to get one box packed. Just one. My point is we knew were moving. Where we were headed to was a great mystery. Until yesterday. After months of scouring the country and cities galore we have, unanimously, settled on moving to the east coast. The state of Maryland. City? We are currently investigating, Salisbury, MD. Its location suits many of our needs and desires.

Yes, we are leaving Chandler, Arizona. Leaving my beloved west. I am already crying at the drop of a hat when I think of leaving my home. There is a good reason though. Family.

I left the east coast in April 1993 at the young and tender age of 22. I was living in Richmond, VA. I had two boys under the age of two. I was about to be evicted from the worst part of town. On a whim, I called a high school friend in Washington state. She said I could live with her mom. Within a few weeks, I sold what I could, packed what I couldn’t and headed west in Cheverolet Celebrity. I celebrated my 23rd birthday in Kent, Washington. I was there for five years when another friend, said, “Move to Arizona. We are here and you have no one there.” So, on a whim, I did. In May of 1998, I left rainy Washington for the Arizona desert.

I’ve been here almost 20 years. I’ve raised my boys here. I’ve buried one of them here. I have learned to love, laugh and live in this magical desert. Anyone who says there is nothing in the barren desert has not the eyes to see it. There is beauty beyond measure here and community that is welcoming and uplifting. Arizona is my home. I miss it already and I haven’t even left yet. So why leave? I know you are asking that question. I’m asking this question.

One word, family. I am relocating back to the east coast to be closer to family because I wonder a lot about dying. If I were to die suddenly, what would happen to my boys? Since they were raised in Arizona, they really don’t know any of my family closely. If I died, they would be alone, just the two of them. That is the last thing I want.

A second reason is what if other family members died and I never saw them again. I would be devastated. I suppose getting older and wrestling with death a few times can result in a person making decisions we might not have made before. If we suffer enough loss, we come to know how loss often shines a huge spot light on what is truly valuable in life, people. Not the weather. Not your job. Not your difference of opinions. People. Family. They are what matters most.

And so, with those raw and emotional thoughts rolling in my mind, heart and spirit, we are moving back to the east coast. Life is an adventure!

Wow, T-minus 59 days and counting.
Be brave.
Jamie Christine

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What is Bent Blossom?

October 2, 2017
Two days in a row.

For today’s post, I would like to explain how Bent Blossom came to be and what you can expect to see as things unfold. IF things go as planned. If life has anything to do with it, things will almost never go completely as planned. Which sometimes that is good. Sometimes it is not so good.

Okay, I do not entirely know what I am doing. Surprise!

As mentioned yesterday, I have been starting blogs for an extremely long time. I would start them, get everything set up, write a few entries and then loose my motivation. Eventually, I simply went back and deleted them. I can honestly say that most of the time I quit blogging because the blogs, well, if they didn’t make money, they fell to wayside in my busy life. All of my blogs, with one exception.

Around 2013, I started a photography blog. I kept up with for months because photography is one of my greatest passions in life. I wasn’t make money but that did not matter. I was taking photos, connecting with other photographers and sharing my work. I loved it. Then, in May 2014, my oldest son died. Everything stopped. I have yet to find the motivation to return to that particular blog. I’ve wiped all the entries. The next few  years, I refused to write anything at all.

April 2016, the blogging bug comes back to me. I argue with myself for weeks. I was absolutely determined not to write another word as long as I lived. After my son’s passing, it was close to a year before I picked up a camera. Writing, as far as I was concerned, was off the table for ever.

You know what they say, never say never. Slowly but surely picking up the blogging again crept back into the forefront of my mind. I tried returning to my previous photography blog but it never manifested. Every time I went there, I was overwhelmed with my son’s passing and eventually just stopped going to that blog.

Anyway, back to April 2016. I felt the blog itch starting so, I came up with a name. Bent Blossom. The name came from two things. Years ago, I had a blog titled, Happy Little Wallflower. I loved the name. I considered resurrecting that name but happy was not quite how I felt after my son’s death. Then I heard, Pink sing, “Just a second we’re not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again.” from her song, Just Give Me a Reason.

Bent. Yep. Life has surely bent me, in a million different ways but I am not broken. God only knows if we ever learn to love again.

Blossom. Well, I just love flowers. It also tied into the Little Wallflower.

Bent Blossom. There you have it. That’s how it started. Where is it going to go from here?

Well, here’s what  you can expect. I will show up. I will share. I will be honest. We’ll just go from there.

Be Brave.
Jamie Christine