This weekend the National Balloon Classic kicked off in Indianola...now a short 15 minute drive for us. Saturday we went to watch the "Open of the Skies" mass balloon ascension. At last count we could see over 80 balloons floating along in the mostly dead evening air. It was amazing...and I didn't have my camera.
Tuesday night with Mom, Rod, and Uncle Jason in tow we returned to watch the evening's flight. This time I took my camera. Granted we choose not to go to the actual balloon grounds avoiding both the traffic and the cost of entrance, and there were many fewer balloons taking flight, but even so it was well worth the trip.
Mom and Rod (who arrived Sunday evening for a short visit) and my brother Jason (who has been in Iowa for the summer) took off today to head west. Their departure has hit me hard as it somewhat signals the end of summer for me. From this point forward I seriously need to focus on getting my business re-established in our new community as well as tie up the loose ends from the move, especially those that need gathered for the girls to start school in just a few short weeks.
For the past 2 months I kinda feel like I've been floating along just catching the wind currents of the moment. In some aspects it has been lovely and free. In others it has been super scary not really knowing which direction I will be headed at any given moment. I don't know that I can yet predict which way I am traveling.
I don't know that I'm wired to live without a set course for a very long length of time. I feel the uncertainty starting to weigh down my emotions. I'm craving predictability. A schedule. An income. Some professional outlet. Something that can feel normal after a period of time when not much has felt familiar.
I was hoping the period of transition would come to an end with the unpacking of boxes. When in all reality I think it simply marked the beginning.