Took me a while to figure out that Rich and I are transitioning back into the lives we had before traveling and living in Homer.

We each had, in essence, three lives to worry about: Your life, My life, and Our life.

Hopefully this will help make more sense of it all…

I was living my life, I had some space, both mentally and physically to do my own things.  I could go work on my crafts in “Kathy’s shop”. I could go lay on the hammock and take a nap with Sophie while listening to my music. And so on…

Rich was living his life. He had his shop to go work in. He could go work in the yard, tending the trees. And so on…

And we had our lives together. We went for drives in the mountains. We went for hikes. We discussed future plans. And so on…

Then we bought a motor home and lived in it for about a year.

Homer has about 250 square feet. There is door to the bathroom, and there is a door to close off the bedroom but I think we only had it closed twice.

We traveled, slept, and lived in that 250 square feet. We only had OUR life. There wasn’t room for Your life and there wasn’t room for My life.

It took a while to adjust to that, but we really got quite good at it.

That’s why I had no idea that adjusting back into Yours, Mine, and Our lives would be the transition it has been.

It hasn’t been as hard a transition as the one into OUR life, but I sure do wish I would have figured out earlier that there would be a transition.

Now that I have, I should have smooth sailing back into Yours, Mine, and Our lives.