Finding My Niche

As you have probably surmised from recent columns, I have moved. It was only about a five-mile move from Augusta to Grovetown, but it was a lot of work, especially all the change of address notifications. It took a week to change address with all the people and businesses that need my permanent address on file.

We now live in a rural area with a wooded area just outside of my backyard, and a large cemetery right across the main road at the head of our subdivision. The cemetery is one of those that has absolutely no headstones, but instead has lots of flowered graves, a large mortuary and a chapel. It is very peaceful looking. Even its name is pretty, Bellvue.

There is a nice loop road that runs through the cemetery, and I noticed that people use the road as a walking trail. I am determined to do that too.

We were driving out of the housing area the other day and talking about the fact that this will hopefully be our last move. I spotted the cemetery and said, “Well, there is one more move to make, but it will be just across the road.”

I thought that was a pretty witty remark, but then I followed up with, “I think I’ll go over there and find my niche.”

In case you didn’t know, an alcove in a wall to place a vase or other object is a niche. The word also comes into play in the saying, “I’ve found my niche in life,” referring to one’s place. (Well, Judy didn’t find it particularly cute to tie the two together, but I hope you will.)

I’m not in any hurry to get into my niche, so I think I’ll just walk around there for a while. That must be why they put that nice road through the cemetery as a matter of fact. You can walk around and find a good place to rest.