Wide Open Spaces and Small Living Quarters

It's wide open spaces ahead of me now.  Last Sunday, Molly and I moved out of our condo and into my mother's house.  While the move is only one and a half geographical miles, the mental and emotional move spans the globe.  I packed up my whole house and life into boxes knowing that it would not come out of those boxes the same way.  We have condensed our living space into a basement, making for cozy, multi-use spaces shared by two crazy chicks.  It's been a mad rush to finish moving, sort out personal effects, ready the condo to put on the market and continue being a working mom at the same time.  Not a day goes by where I don't feel lucky to have the support of my parents and friends during this transition.

Since this has all been a long time coming, I am not racked with the emotional upheaval of the breakup.  However, trying to recollect a life is sometimes like trying to catch the seeds of a dandelion in a wind storm with chopsticks. But like the wind, I have no bounds, except for my new bathroom and closet that just aren't quite big enough.