You would really have to read between the lines to know what’s going on in my world.
Brad has moved to Houston to start a business. We have sold our OKC house – home to Patch405 – and I am in the process of moving to Houston to join Brad.
There are lots of unknowns. Brad and I have always passionately embraced “fresh starts.” But this move is a little different. I am not sure we’ve located the starting line just yet. We’re renting a home for the first time in our marriage. Until I have secured a job, we’re unsure of what area of town we need to live in. He’s devoting much of his energy to growing his new business. I will have a new job to navigate as well as working to continue growing my college consulting business. The goal is to land near Grayson, Shelby, and Tallulah so that we can spend time making memories with them. Cooper is living in downtown Houston – so despite being an hour away, I want to see that kid on a regular basis as well. And then there’s Miss Delaney who will graduate (again) from OU this spring and start law school in the fall. I don’t know yet where she will be – but I know I will want to visit as often as she will have me.
So, what is to become of Patch405. Eventually, the name will have to change because we no longer live in the 405 area code. But what about the rest of it? When I started Patch405, I wrote:
- A place where I can cultivate a variety of vegetables, fruits, and flowers, create my own little slice of heaven, restore my soul, and nurture those around me.
- My desire to have a garden runs deeper than all of that. It’s an innate yearning. A call to my childhood. A call to my early years of motherhood. A call to get my hands dirty. To slow days, hard work, and miracles.
- Patch405 is all mine. It’s a selfish endeavor. One that my husband supports, my 22-year-old encourages, my 20-year-old labors to help me establish, and my 16-year-old tolerates. They will all benefit from the yummy fruits of my labor. But this is about more than food. In the end, I hope they all come to know why this little patch represents so much more to me than good tomatoes.
All of those sentiments still resonate with me. But will I have the space and time (and energy!) to cultivate that world in a new location? And if not another version of Patch405, then what will be created instead? I don’t know the answers to those questions. At times, I am anxious to have it all figured out. At other times, I am content to allow it to evolve naturally. But I find a pull between letting things evolve and being intentional, feeling compelled to remember the thoughts/feelings that I was able to articulate when I created Patch405. Stay tuned …
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