or ... the oft neglected art of appreciation ...
a written tribute to herself, not nearly enough, my small effort to express my love and appreciation.
as we know, herself is moving to scotland!
for myself, a nomad, born to a clan ruled by the travel gene ... moving is easy, second nature, something i have done all my life.
you decide to move, you decide what you need to take with you, you pack, you move.
of course, we may suffer a nervous breakdown or two along the way, but, what the hell ...
herself is a much more settled being. ms m has lived in the same country, the same state, the same town, the same house for ... omg! all i can say is, an unmentionably long time.
uprooting herself and her beloved meows, packing a few valued possessions and shipping them across the pond. for herself ... this is the stuff of nightmares.
have you ever attempted to move two cats from new york to glasgow?
whilst avoiding the six month quarantine period?
hah!
perhaps herself would like to pen a blog on the subject!
for me ... it is enough to say, it is difficult, damn difficult.
i must admit, in my less saintly moods, i listen to herself's tale of unfolding drama and mutter (silently)into my cup of cooling coffee ... "aww, for pete's sake, friggin' cats, more trouble than they are worth!"
a nomad tends to travel light, if the move entails ocean crossings ... well then, we tend to find our animal companions a new and even better home than the one they shared with us.
as herself is wont to exclaim ...
"how very un-american! we love our pets as if they were our children!"
sorry sweetheart ... it takes all types.
in a rather more serious vein ...
my beloved ms m
i am aware of the tremendous trauma you are experiencing. it is not easy to uproot ones self at our time of life. i understand the pain of moving, leaving behind family and friends, well known weather patterns, familiar suburbs and shopping malls. i realize the difficulty a sun worshipper has in moving to the land of the low cloud! at least in our part of ayrshire you will never have to shovel snow again. mind ... there was the infamous winter of'63 ...
i long for a bowl of your real italian pasta (with so much cheese my cholesterol count is bound to sky rocket!). i miss your quick wit, your giddy laughter, your enigmatic smile. i miss the daily challenge of interacting with and exploring your fine mind.
i look forward to sharing the rest of my life with you.
i thank you, my non nomadic love, for having the courage and tenacity to leave the familiar and journey far from your roots for the sake of our love.
dreamsharer
take my hand and walk with me
in the world of my imagination
where dreams become words
and words reality
and i will show you the magic
of love in a thousand different ways
for you are deserving of a great love
to be romanced and adored
forever cherished
beloved dream sharer
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