One year in Hamilton

One year ago today, I moved into my house in Hamilton. I’ve done a lot over the year since, both in general (including that total Covid lockdown) and to the house, but most (probably) of those boxes in the garage that I mentioned in the Facebook Memory at left are still largely untouched. The truth is, I simply don’t care about that.

When I began this journey four months before move-in day, I came up with a slogan of sorts, “maybe tomorrow”, to help me cope when I just couldn’t do something or other. That evolved into a new slogan, “what I can, when I can”, and I still live that 16 months after Nigel died. There’s absolutely no project, no box waiting to be emptied, that’s more important than figuring out how to be a “me” after 24 years of being half of a “we”. I’m absolutely nowhere near close to accomplishing that.

So, this day a year ago is notable as a major change in my journey, a rounding of a bend, but then as now the finish line is nowhere in sight. I have so much farther to go, and it’s still a case of “what I can, when I can”, and will be for quite awhile to come. But, you never know: Maybe tomorrow I’ll catch a glimpse of that finish line, and the “me” I will become. Maybe tomorrow.