There are some days when the past 2 years just really get to me. I just wish that our luck will change and we can go back to our normal life(whatever ‘normal’ should mean). It has been some roller coaster ride since my husband’s been laid-off. We have had lows and some really low points. I know that the whole country is also on this ride of uncertainty. It sucks to say the least.
My husband started his own media business since TV jobs are scarce and in-between. The business is doing okay. A business is like having a garden. You constantly have to nurture and take care of it. It takes a long time for the roots to take hold. Did I ever tell you that I suck at gardening? Really I do. I think this is why I don’t have patience for business but thank-goodness my husband has patience of a saint. He is great at what he does and is moving the business in the right direction.
It’s tough. Somedays I just get down in the dumps. We are doing okay. We are keeping our head above water which I know is good considering the economy. I just get sad sometimes and worry what the future will hold.
My neighbors are in the same boat. They were also laid-off due to the recession. We all lament together which does help. Misery does love company. Today we decided collectively that things will get better. They just have to.
Friday, I just couldn’t take another day of applying for jobs online, so I decided to take a break. I grabbed my camera and headed to the historic district of Oakview in Raleigh. This excursion was to clear my head and find a positive outlook on life.
I love old homes. They remind me of a simpler time. When life was basic and you didn’t need much to get by. This red roof house was one of my favorites. I can just see Aunt Bee standing on the porch talking to her neighbor about peach pies and when Andy will be coming home.
Remember the Adams family? This home has some Adams family appeal. I bet it’s haunted. I can picture a tall woman with a long dress waiting for her husband to come home. She is looking out of the top window for him. At night, you hear her pacing the floor. She is wondering where did her love go. You can feel her sadness when you go upstairs but you don’t see the grand lady.My imagination is getting carried away now! I just love to imagine who were the first ladies of these homes.
When I look at old houses, I think of the families that had lived there. Families just like mine. They had ups and downs. Struggles and triumphs in their life. They survived tough times and so will we.
No matter what, my family will get through this. What doesn’t break us, makes us stronger, right?
Take care and I hope all is well with your families.