ad·ap·ta·tion
noun ˌa-ˌdap-ˈtā-shən, -dəp-
b : modification of an organism or its parts that makes it more fit for existence under the conditions of its environment
We’re adapting. It’s not easy. We knew it wouldn’t be easy. We loved our unique peninsula home, the breathtaking views, Mother Nature surrounding us, the ease of being together day after day, and the people in our lives.
Its the nature of us humans. We feel. We’re inconsistent in the process of feeling. That’s what makes us wonderful. That’s what makes us adaptable; the desire to recover, the desire to heal and the ultimate desire to begin again.And, we begin again, as the clock to the end of our lives begins to tick louder, we begin again, to savor every moment in a state of constant flux and challenge in unfamiliar surroundings, testing our strength, testing our will.
Yes, it was hard to leave “them” behind. It was riddled with guilt and fear of losing their love. But they have their lives to experience, to learn, to grow. They have their own raging seas and calming tides. They have their own adaptation.
As the time draws near, we find peace. In two unfamiliar homes in the past three weeks we’ve chosen to call wherever we may be, “home.” That, ultimately, in our own way… is adaptation.