Ghosts and Goblins

The ghosts and goblins have been messing with us a bit, I think... it's getting to that time of year, right? Little wrenches have been thrown into the selling of the house, but as of now, we are still set to go to settlement on Halloween! Oh, the irony!!

My children, for the most part, have been good boys, not too goblin-y! School is going well, and they seem to be making friends. Thank God for having cousins close by, or I think we might be having more problems with loneliness. We don't know anyone yet to have playdates with. I hope that changes in the next few months.

As for the ghosts, well, that's what you encounter when you move back into your childhood home. It's odd, to move back as an adult, because to my parents, I'm still their child. I have to say, the parent-child role thing doesn't really come up, but there are shades of it everywhere. Sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes it's not.

We have been really blessed, coming back and landing for a bit while we get the house sold. It is an amazing time for the kids, getting to know my parents and life on the farm. They are positively blossoming with the experiences here:

• Riding the ponies.
• Helping with barn chores.
• Learning to be comfortable with animals.
• Playing almost every day with cousins, and getting to know aunts and uncles better.
• Getting really dirty.
• Learning that haylofts are fun, but straw and hay can be sharp on soft skin.
• Heading to the local Amish farm for fresh produce, especially gigantic pumpkins!!

And so our journey continues. Giving up the farm in Maine and moving back to Pa. has definitely been bittersweet. I'm sure when we move into a house, with no barn, no fields, no animlas, that the reality will really sink in. But we can always return to my parents' place for a fix!