eaglesnest

More sidestepping along the path to our new life — actually, now that I type it out I realize it’s not a side anything.

Today was a BIG day - we went to see properties.

Why I called this a sidestep was I am ahead of my narrative here, but today was monumental.

To jump ahead and then bring it on back, I need to ’splain Luucy that I am going to be co-habiting co-familing with another single mother. There is this site, Co-Abode , that helps mamas find mamas to house share. Wonderful Mama C & her impish lil dude K are our other halves, amazingly brought together thru the magic of the internet.

I was going to get around to all the details of creating my new life & my new community & my new family, in a nice well thought out manner. {inside tidbit - I am an editor.}

But as I mentioned recently, seems there are stops I didn’t plan for in my journey as I attempt to write it all down.

So, my tiny nucleus core of daughter, son & self have been trying to be compatible with another nucleus core {by the by, I am soo sure my science is off & my science geeky guys would be rolling their eyes at me} composed of C&K. We went over to their current residence last night & made a short list of recent Craig’s List rentals that are within our two modest budgets & she was to arrange what she coul dfor today. I work Sunday mornings from 7:45 am till 1 pm and she goes to work Sundays before 4 pm. We have a louvered window of time to see one or two rentals.

We are dealing with a 4 year old & a 5 1/2 year old who are just getting to know each other & while they adore each other {mine calls hers his “little brother”, hers said today “I like your sister, I wish she were mine.”}.

We are having a heat wave today & at my work {where my son was with me} the AC was not only broken, the heat was on. The boys are hot & cranky.

They both went to bed late, mine had to get up early for work. We are running around with them in a car instead of being able to let hem play. We go to an apartment complex first.

Now, take any kid - pink or blue - and open the door of an empty space - house, apartment, office, warehouse - and, well, gee whiz Molly, if they aren’t gonna wanna run like squirrels throughout the whole damned place.

No matter, we weren’t trying to impress Mr. Blue shirt & nice haircut. We were, however, trying to get thru all of this with our sanity intact. Maybe, I am an older mama, maybe I am so damned ballsy, whatever, but I don’t give a flying f^$* if you think you can be judgmental about my kiddo’s “behaviour.” Mama C, on the other hand, is getting nervous about Lil K’s reactions & actions of late.

This isn’t my topic though, nor am I going to analyze Mama C & K right now. What I want to write about, as I take the round-abouts & Restonian “short-cuts” & my sweet a$$ time to get around to is the second address.

We drive down the little side-street of a community of cul-de-sac clusters of townhouses, reminiscent of certain Reston neighborhoods to me. (I will write y’all at least one blog explaining what the Reston stuff is about, esp since they are more of late}

The one we are here to see is the first on the cul-D. Immediately we are both won over by the shady tree in the front yard. There is a fenced back yard of concrete that would serve the golden dragon well. Beyond the back yard is a little common area of green, trees & a park bench, all visible from the plentiful kitchen windows.

Mama C takes tour #1 while Mama Kia keeps the boys in their car seats, all 4 doors open and toy cars well distributed. I open the front screen and stand inside. The very Brady-esque stairs leading to the upper level get my attention, as does the very dark carpeting. Usually that would not be a 1st choice, but c’mon, boys & a dog & dark carpet = good fit.

Upstairs, more Brady-era touches. The two smaller bedrooms have double doors connecting them, allowing for one big massive room if opened. The bathrooms are a riot, but do-able, as there are 2 1/2. Again though, these are not my point tonight.

When I was outside waiting to see the house, I ate a Farmers’ Market cherry. I do NOT like cherries period. I walked down the middle of the very neighborhoody, very serene, family feeling, peaceful cul D. I turned back to the car & house, said a prayer to Lakshmi

As I finished my gratitudes to Lakshmi, a brilliant thought popped in my mind. I would give an offering. So, I took one of the last cherries from Lil K & I ate the flesh. I pulled up a little earth from the east side of the tree’s base, I pushed the cherry stone in, covered it with leaves & invoked Lakshmi’s blessings on us to find the right house.

It was then, that we get to my nugget of importance.

Yes, it involved near tears. I was standing in this spot, I was painfully aware of how close I was to living in a house again, of providing my son with a real life, of being some level of normal. I wanted to hug the tree, cry thankful tears on its rough bark, hug the man who owns the house for the reality of the beginning of our physical search for our new home.

My son had already intoroduced hismelf with a hand shake upstairs. When we were loading them back up, he thanked the man with another hand shake. I can see him shaking whoever’s hands we finally do rent from with a sincere thanks for the oportunity of a new life.

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