Home (Part One)
I think about the home I grew up in, up there on Mt. Tabor. After living there for just short of twenty years, I still think of that house as Home. Sometimes I even feel homesick for it - or for the time we spent there when my family consisted of Mom, Sarah and me. The family grew to include boyfriends and husbands, dogs and more cats and expanded beyond the confines of one house. Now we have access to multiple homes and extended family - we've spread the joy around a bit.
Home was also a dorm room in Eugene. A cozy, Christmas light strung, plant filled, too-hot-during Spring Term room on the sixth floor. When everyone else was moving into apartments, I stuck with my little room (for three years!). We had good times in that room! Now in my life full of boys I think back to that part of life spent almost exclusively with women, and I feel a bit homesick for that too.
Now home is a smallish, slightly shabby but comfy house in the burbs - talk about a big adjustment! One medium sized husband, two small boys, three large cats and enough stuff to fill a house of my own. There are certainly pluses and minuses about this homelife. I love my family and I'm grateful to be able to be home with them; I do miss city life (or specifically Southeast Portland life) and I do miss living closer to the rest of my family.
But for the last seven plus years, we've worked to build a life of our own here in our white house and it's been good. And I hope it will just get better!
3 comments:
Home is definitely where the heart is - and for you, where two sweet little faces are -
Your mom's right - Home is where your heart is and I am sure you are right where you want to be. The best bit is you can cherish your memories and carry them with you wherever you go.
most of the places i have lived in were just houses. they were not homes, but the places where i lived. now i have a place that is now home. it may be the place where we will land and stay. it now has become my home. at my home, there are dogs, cats, kids and trees. it is now a place for my bonsai trees. many will point out that my trees are young and therefore are not yet bonsai. i respond that i am only caring for them so that owen and adain and erin and sarah can turn them into bonsai. my job is just to pass them onto my family, in my home that i will pass on also, one day.
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