The Series of Disappointing/Stressful Events

The past few months have been hard. Not necessarily all bad, but not easy. And while nothing that has happened has been catastrophic, I'm in a pretty bad funk and need to get it off my chest.

In semi-chronological order:

• Costa Rica was not an easy experience. The toll it took on Graham's happiness almost the entire summer sucked. The bugs sucked. The isolation sucked. It was also beautiful, exciting, enriching, etc, but we are very glad to be home. Glad we went. But glad to be home.
• Tom, Zach's favorite uncle, has cancer and is undergoing treatment for it.
• My midwifery apprenticeship simply did not work out. My kids are too small, my husband has to travel too much. Quitting was the right decision; I don't regret it. But it was heartbreaking, too.
• Esme the kitty cat is gone (almost certainly forever). She was a good cat, and I had her for about 11 years. I miss her sweet purr and her opposable thumbs.
  
• We tried to buy an awesome old house. Inspection revealed that the house had many un-awesome qualities. We backed out. It made us sad.
• Zach's mom suffered a stroke. Her prognosis is apparently good, but it was very scary for all of us.

I feel untethered at the moment. I need a plan, a project, or a mission of some kind. Frankly, I'd just like to feel excited about something.

On another note, I'm back to blogging here for the time being, until/unless Zach and I start a joint Texas blog. I'll try to be regular in my habits. Feel free to nag!