Happy

"Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open."

~John Barrymore

I had this friend in college named Victor, who when I saw him, would ask this question, "Are you happy?"  He asked me this every single time I saw him and it drove me crazy.  "Yes," I would reply in frustration.  I couldn't decide if this was his way of saying hello, or if he thought I always looked upset.  Either way, I hated this question and avoided him whenever I could.  It wasn't until a long while later that I realized I hated his question because I was NOT happy.  I was fine, I was okay, but I was not happy.  I just didn't know I wasn't happy, until I was happy, then I realized that I hadn't been happy.

Well, I recently had this realization once again.  The moment the wheels were put into motion for selling our home, I have felt so very happy.  I feel a freedom I haven't felt in a long time.  The freedom to enjoy a sunset, take a walk, eat ice cream, sew, watch grasshoppers, make friends, and so much more.  I hope this feeling sticks around for a good, long while.

Oh, and Victor, wherever you are, yes, I AM HAPPY.  Thanks for asking. :)