My sister moved in to one of our spare bedrooms. She's been unpacking forever. Unlike me, my sister is a hoarder. She's got a brass button bear collection, and she's got glasswear. "This is from Greatgrandma, and this is Grandma's, and these decanters are Grandpa's. They were throwing them away, but I saved them." She's got my dad's sweatstained cowboy hat, and a pair of his suspenders. She's lost a couple hundred pounds, so she has an extensive wardrobe. She came in with two cases of toilet paper, and box after box of groceries. Amazing, really. I stand there, blinking a little. We don't eat a lot of processed food. She stockpiled quite a supply of it, however, so now I've got a lot of unfamiliar things in my pantry, and in my freezer, and in my refrigerator, and her bedroom is decorated in her own style, with her own things.
Eileen is not going to be here long. She heads to college on the 19th. Cara heads off to college on the 22nd. Son Mike is moving to New York State. Daughter Stacey is coming home on leave in the same time frame. I'm starting to feel like maybe we should install a revolving door here. But that would be stupid, becauseTim put a bid on a log cabin on Friday. It's a three bedroom. No neighbors. Very nice. He's right. Our present home is in a desirable location. We sure as tooting don't need six bedrooms any more. The property taxes on the cabin would be a big break from what we pay now, nearly a 50% cut. It would be an economical retirement home, with nearly 7 acres for Tim's hunting. We'll know by next Friday if we've got it or not.
Gotta say...for a woman who finds great comfort in the unchanging nature of her life, my life is certainly changing.