A year of changes, of coming to a new country, a new city, a new culture and a new company and finding our places within it. Changing our lifestyle, our living habits, our ways of seeing, being and doing. Learning the layout of a new land and new types of terrain, both external and internal, once John and I started working on different things within this new company of opportunity.
We also worked through the changes to the new environment, the new altitude, the lack of air and the plentitude of sunshine. Gradually worked out way into the social lives offered us by our co-workers and gradually figured out what a great gift it really was to have, in essense, brought a number of our friends with us.
It was also a year of surprising growth with all the new challanges. Waking up to abilities we hadn't known because we hadn't had the room to stretch them in the old ways and the old situations. I finally have gotten out from under John's shadow in many ways.
Fezzik has found new life and new mobility in the dry mountain air. His birthday party went really well and he had his own wading pool for the dog days of summer; but the winter has really brought him back to life, all energetic and finding three puppy friends to go on romps with on the weekends has gotten him back into better shape and better alertness. Everyt time we go to the vet with him, now, the vet on duty says he's the oldest Newfoundland they've ever seen and in really good shape. Which is hopeful and sobering both.
It's ended with both John and I in full work gear, starting the control process to get a release out by spring, early or late, of next year. Both of us in some balance, though I'm reminded of the costs and pains of stress and too much work.
The fruit, though, has been sweet.