Why am I blogging ?
Why do I continue to write and post and feel that no one reads it anyway ( no comments) .
I am childishly thrilled when I get comments.
Even in my blog, I want someone to like me and talk to me .
Even if I were not all alone in the Frozen North, I like having people to talk to.
That is just Me.
But why write a blog that no one seems to read ?
Basically . I write because my husband told me to.
I enjoy telling a story but because I suddenly shockingly lost my husband last year, I now write because he told me to.
And I tried to quit caring if people leave comments or not.
His were the best .. generally not posted but whispered in my ear .
I often write things because I know he would laugh .. he would have something to say about that.
He would often say something and it would start me to thinking and I would end up blogging it.
But mostly I would blog about Life in Buenos Aires and the two of us would get all nostalgic and wish we were there ... although he was so perfectly happy to be here .
It was his idea to come back to the US.
I had not even thought of it.
I was just buzzing along one day, happy as a bee in honey, when he said something like ...
Would you like to go back home ?
Of course, we had just gotten Fabulous news from home, a tiny addition to the family was on its way .. of course I would like to be there !!
But I never considered moving back , just going back for a visit.
We never did that .. with the Pup, we were sort of stuck .. no pup sitters and too big to fly back and forth.
But instead our visitors came to us and stayed for weeks/months and we all have fantastic memories of those days .
But move back to the US ?? I dunno ....
As the day went by, small things became annoying things, little problems grew , there was talk of not such good times ahead in the country of Argentina.
And I began to grow nervous and then homesick.
Once I said yes, let's go home, things began to move so quickly.
He found movers who specialized in Expat moving .. returns.
They did everything, they cost a fortune but they did all the paperwork, packing, moving, shipping, then storage, then moving into our home.
Our job was to get moved into a new home so the furniture could arrive ... which was not as easy as it sounds.
But we did it ..
Minus Pup which still makes me sad to this day ..he would be such comfort on days when I miss my husband so much.
But we did it.
We came home.
We were just settling in when everything that I knew as safe and secure and real ended.
I woke one morning to the door slamming against the wall.
In minutes, I became a Widow.
So here I am .. in this big house which is For Sale.
Watching it snow. Again.
Yelling at an insane kitten ... again.
Calming her down when it is just too much for her little tiny kitten brain to see those birds outside the window and not be able to get to them.
I have little to talk about anymore ... kittens and snow fill my world.
Hopefully there will be a buyer, a move , a new home for the 2 of us .. but until then ..it might be kind of quiet around here for a while.
Until then, if anything pops up, I will post , I hope you will be here when I get back.