Our own home has sold and closing has happened. And we have found a wonderful place to live in Missouri, complete with a front porch and a garden. (Sorry, it’s not what you see in this photo.) In just a few weeks we will be unpacking in our new home, and hopefully the cats will adjust.
My replacement has been hired at work and I am training her, a difficult task in that so much of my work is stuff I do automatically over and over…and how do you teach that.
Today I find that I just kind of look at the house here and think of what I can sort through, and then I’m stuck. Just stuck. Can’t seem to put one foot in front of the other and begin. Because if I begin that means this is really happening.
The piano has gone to its new home and a photo sent to me shows all three children in that family sitting together on the piano bench and playing. Making music of their own. I am so happy that they wanted to take this on, that the piano can now make its beautiful music like it needs to.
This moving thing happens in the middle of all the rest of life. It kind of takes over, but life still happens, the truck that needs repair, the failing health of parents, the joys of new life and new beginnings, and the mundane daily tasks.
But because it is such a monumental thing, this move, this change of residence and places to work and live, it feels as though the very ground I stand on is shifting. A virtual earth quake? How do I keep balance?
What do I need to hold on to?
If anything has changed with this move it is my understanding of home.
While I really enjoy decorating and creating a beautiful space in a house, I know now that what makes it home is the people with whom I share that space. Home is all about relationships.
Wherever my husband is, there I am home.
And when I have the opportunity to share time and space with my children and their own families, that sense of belonging, of home sweet home, returns.
I can say the same about gatherings with my own family of origin, though as health issues affect my parents the fragility of that virtual place increases.
Even more than this, more than the family ties, the bonds of friendship that have forged over the years…ah. These places in the heart. This is home.
Because, where else can you be your best self other than with a true friend? Or even be your worst self?
In that sanctuary of friendship we find unconditional love, acceptance, understanding, and the space to grow, to be who we really are.
I agree with that phrase, “Home is where your heart is.” Because in my heart will always be those friendships, those relationships, this wonderful marriage with my husband, the incredible bond of love with my children, and those family ties.
That is what I’ll hold on to.