Music for the Day

I will be honest with you, everyone. I am at a stressful point in my life now. The pathway where things will never be the same ever again. Within the next week or so, everything will change.

If you have all been paying attention to these journals, you should know that my family, dad, sister, and I, are moving away from Arizona to Arkansas. It will be a completely different environment than what I’m used to. In March, it has reached temperatures of 80F here when it’s nearly half that where we’ll be moving to. Heck, we joked about it being only four months of summer, three months of winter, half a month of spring, and half a month of autumn. Maybe shorter.

Another reason why it’s so stressful is that I have never moved from place to place in my life. This home I’m at has been that way for thirty years. And next week, it will no longer be that way. It will be another person’s home. And while my dad wished to keep this place even to rent for others, because of legal reasons, he could not. And the incoming homeowners already have big plans to do significant changes here, so it’ll be unrecognizable if I ever visit here again.

My dad shares his hope with me regarding the farmland he brought. Hopes about a steel house for all of us to live in, with solar panels and backup generators powering the property. Perhaps even using the spring for generating power that way. And growing crops and orchards, even if it will take years for them to fully mature, and multiple guest cabins for vacationers or hunters. Not to mention a fruit drying system and even a local and online store to sell excess foods and such.

Of course, my dad doesn’t have full hope that he will be fully functional once everything is up and running. Which is where I come in. Namely, I should uphold the legacy of the business he is building up. Golden Hind, if you were wondering. He also hopes that, by that time, I would be a full-fledged writer, publishing stories (though more likely at independent publishers or Amazon). He even has plans for a private writing cabin for me to write without the distractions of home.

But as they say, no plan survives first contact with the enemy. Even if that enemy is nature. After all, there are many ways that it could go wrong. However, that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t plan and hope. After all, that still gives a goal to desire for. All that is really needed is adapting to the situation if things don’t plan. And even if the path you used to head to that goal changes, as long as it’s good and moral, you can reach that goal despite the differences.