Spin until you're sick

Until I stepped foot into the small town of Lake Mills, I felt like I was on a ride. Spinning and spinning to the point where I was going to make myself sick. I had been in Wisconsin living in that apartment in July and I wasn't seeing any opportunity to get off that ride. I just wasn't feeling like a "home" was going to be possible in the great state of Wisconsin.

The girls were going to be starting school back in Ohio in August and the summer was drawing to a close. I was feeling the crunch. I needed to know there were possibilities for our family.

One morning instead of dragging the girls to yet another realtor visitor I said "let's visit a different lake today." I needed the tranquility of the lake to take my mind off the chaos and I didn't want to over think it. I closed my eyes pointed my finger and placed it on the map. Rock Lake it is!

That's how we came to find Lake Mills. A by chance moment where you let everything go and wait for the rest to come to you. We packed up our beach bags and a picnic basket and headed northeast. Nothing was going to stand in the way of that great day.

Magic. That's what I felt when I pulled off the interstate and began to drive into the little town of Lake Mills. It was picturesque and quaint. Not unlike the towns we may see in a movie or read about in a book. The girls and I went straight to Bartel's Beach. I had a feeling this was going to be another new beginning.

The colors of transition

The weekends for the past 6 months have been all about transition. Cate had been sick with rheumatic fever and making the leap to a new home and new possibilities seemed difficult, if not impossible. I think I was craving, for the first time in my life, consistency. 

That word drives me crazy. Consistency, to me, is equivalent to boring and mundane. Inconsistency, however, is full of possibilities and spontaneity.

I wanted it, though. I wanted to be at home. I wanted boring and safe. It sounded like a luxury. The spring had brought on too much spontaneity and too many possibilities. It was time to settle down.

Dave was starting his new job in Wisconsin and it was decided that the girls and I would stay behind in order to figure out how to make the transition. Transition meant we had to change. Change our home, doctors, school...everything. It all seemed overwhelming and lacking in color. Where I once saw the world in vibrant, luscious color it was as if my world had turned grey. Ok, so most people call that depression but I was in denial. I didn't want any part of it and I was going to resist the change as long as I possibly could. 

We traveled to Wisconsin last weekend to take a look at the new house, visit the school and get acquainted with our new home. While visiting the Madison Farmer's Market on Saturday morning it was if someone had flipped the switch. Colors came flooding back to me. It was a rainy, overcast day but the beauty of that market was impossible to ignore. I knew I was home.