So we are all settled in our house in NE. Settled might be too strong of a word, we are moved in and the furnace is working. We have been here for 2 & 1/2 weeks and I am still calling St. Joseph home. I never thought I would call that place home, but I grew to love the house we lived in and the familiarity of the town. Here my house is gross and old. Our stuff is here, but there is still a smell of the previous tenants lingering. Rufus is on edge all the time and has now bitten two people that have come into the house. Obviously he does not like it here yet.
Other than us not having a hot water heater and a working furnace when we moved in, oh and nasty remnants of food grease and smell everywhere, I am really happy that we moved back. When we build our new house I will call it home :)
Since being back here, I have started my new job (taking care of patients is the same, but where they chart stuff is way different), and I have been thrown into caring for my grandparents. I love that I can do that, it is one of the many reasons I wanted to get back to NE. I didn't realize I was going to be utilized so quickly though. My Grandpa is suffering from dementia and a broken femur/hip. Caring for him has been a challenge for the whole family because he is so stubborn and proud. He craves his independence and is very hesitant to let it go. It is so hard to see him like this, so weak and brittle, nothing like the strong, stoic man I knew growing up. I feel like God has brought me back to NE to aid in his end of life care and I feel blessed to do so.
