In January 2011 I moved from my beloved little rented cottage in California, to Arizona to care for my mother. She has numerous health issues, and it was becoming increasingly harder for her to carry out even basic care and activities.
It's been a hard year; after my husband died in June 2009, I discovered that I preferred living alone, so adjusting to living with someone again has been difficult. I'm also not fond of the area where my mom lives, mostly because of high summer temperatures and nearly constant wind.
Providing total personal care for my mom, cleaning her house, sorting through generations of stuff kept for no other reason than "it was my mother's/grandparents" has, at times, overwhelmed me; add in that I miss my little home (and knowing the new tenant hasn't cared for it like I did) and miss being near my son who, like all good kids, makes me alternately laugh or want to strangle him, has led to bouts with anxiety and depression.
I also no longer have the time to keep up with friends and many of the pursuits I used to enjoy; if you are one of those friends, please understand that you did or said nothing wrong - I'm simply too tired and have too little time for myself right now.
I don't know how long I'll be in this position - my mom's health has improved slightly, but she is becoming more and more physically disabled, requiring more work and attention from me.
I do appreciate those who still send notes and ecards, even if I'm unable to respond to most.
I hope you all will understand, and forgive that I have pretty much abandoned my internet presence. Someday, I hope to return to the activities that I used to enjoy.
Until then, I hope you all are well and happy in your lives.