Day Twenty: On Repeat
I'm going to explore my future here as a professional broken record. Bear with me.
Day Nineteen: Some Sunday Silliness
On the first day of unpacking, the movers gave to me…
...a decimated front door wreath!
Day Eighteen: Home
I've been raiding our local library, and this week enjoyed Kate DiCamillo's Flora & Ulysses. It was a sweet and quirky book, and it got me thinking more about home…and what home means, especially when we're between places and relationships and jobs.
Day Seventeen: Leaving or Left
There are two kinds of people in this world: the kind who leave and the kind who get left.
Day Sixteen: The Nesting Place
It has been one month exactly since we moved in to our new home. When I say "moved in", I don't mean "since the movers brought all of our stuff", but rather, one month since we unpacked the pets, the kids, our suitcases, and some mattresses that we brought in the trailer. The movers arrived a couple days later.
Day Fourteen: Leaving Space
Sometimes life is just very full. And we need to leave a little space around the edges to breathe.
Day Twelve: Mind Games and Missing
Every place we go, every season of life that we are in, there are good things and bad. Everyone knows this. And everyone knows that sometimes it's the littlest things that make the biggest difference.
Day Eleven: A Taste of Memory
There is an accumulation of tastes and scents that make a home. What those tastes and scents are may not be something that you can necessarily predict or choose.
Day Ten: Rolling Change
The family we have now, is not the family we left Oklahoma with. This is the nature of change. To state the obvious: it changes you.
Day Nine: Let the Little Children
In our family we really stress that home is where we are together. It's not our house, and it's not our stuff, and it's not our community. It's our family.
Day Eight: Picking My View
It's been one of those days.
Correction. It is one of those days.
Day Seven: Finding Friendships
Here's the deal with making friends: you kind of have to get involved in things to meet people (which is, incidentally, necessary in order to make friends).
Day Six: Nostalgia
Our not-so-little yellow house on the hill facing the sea is surrounded by its own ocean of mist right now, and I'm sitting with my boots propped up on the coffee table thinking about nostalgia and white space and moving boxes and trying to decide what of the many things floating around my head I really want to write about tonight.