What is home? Is it the house? Is it the fact that all the items in the house are yours? Is it the fact that the ones you love are in the house? Is it the fact that you can get the mail?
I have been wrestling with this word for two weeks now. I have looked at about 25 houses here in Hattiesburg, but not one of them has screamed to me "Your home". This has happened in the other six homes that we have owned. I know it sounds weird, but each and every house we have purchased has welcomed me home the moment I have entered.
I am frustrated that this is not happening. Am I looking for the wrong thing? Are my standards out of whack cause we have been spoiled. I have a beautiful home in Arizona that I really do not want to sell. Is this the problem? I do not need as much room as we have in the last few moves, cause Robyn may or may not move with us.
So we looked at apartments yesterday. We need an address, will this make everything seem more normal, I do not know but getting mail is important to the process of setting down roots, so we went looking around at temporary living. I hate apartments. I love the hotel more than these small cubicals where not one person seems to care that there are 500 others in the building. They are rude, and seem to treat one as if they have no other choice than to pay 1200 a month for a small cubical. One even said it was furnished, but that did not include pans, towels, sheets. Furnished for who then?
I have one chance to move my household goods, therefore in the meantime, I need furnished like in pans, linens etc. So how to make some sort of move, into a stable place where the roots can begin and I can bake a cake if needed is necessary. I am going to plsy scarlett o,hara today and go to the beach and think about all of this tomorrow. Stay tuned to the home finding saga.
Jeff and I
Twenty-Eight Years
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Time
Time, We never have enough of it to do the things that we feel are important. Then there are the times when we are anticipating something and we seem to have too much time. This is where I fall today. Right in the middle of these two places where time is neither moving quickly or slowly. Just standing still.
My oldest daughter is getting married on Saturday. Seems like just yesterday I was in labor for 32 hours wondering what this little person would be like. She has turned into a beautiful, responsible young lady. She is going to make a beautiful bride, if she just lets her parents and her type A personality chill for a minute.
She is working, going to school and getting married. Lots on her plate but she is capable of doing it all and more. I love you Allison Marie.
My youngest daughter has been home for about a month now from college and she is working at the mill. She is learning how tired ones feet can be at the end of the day, how nice it is to have someone else pack your lunch and to chill in front of the tv. She has kept me laughing this last month as I miss Jeff and worry about the new adventure that we are undertaking.Last night Robyn and I must have been so tired that we were laughing at the silliest stuff. All I have to do is try to sing or dance to the music that the girls listen to and they are rolling on the floor. I know forty five year old white woman dancing to music in the car that she does not even understand would make me laugh too.I love you Robyn Anne.
So we have come to the point where one child will be on her way to her new married life this weekend, one daughter will get to spread her wings alone for a time and the forty five year old lady will get to be with the father, husband and best friend that she has missed for more than a month. Time can stand still for a bit longer, but then we must go forth and enjoy everything that is laid out before us. Here's to a wonderful weekend and new adventures for all.
My oldest daughter is getting married on Saturday. Seems like just yesterday I was in labor for 32 hours wondering what this little person would be like. She has turned into a beautiful, responsible young lady. She is going to make a beautiful bride, if she just lets her parents and her type A personality chill for a minute.
She is working, going to school and getting married. Lots on her plate but she is capable of doing it all and more. I love you Allison Marie.
My youngest daughter has been home for about a month now from college and she is working at the mill. She is learning how tired ones feet can be at the end of the day, how nice it is to have someone else pack your lunch and to chill in front of the tv. She has kept me laughing this last month as I miss Jeff and worry about the new adventure that we are undertaking.Last night Robyn and I must have been so tired that we were laughing at the silliest stuff. All I have to do is try to sing or dance to the music that the girls listen to and they are rolling on the floor. I know forty five year old white woman dancing to music in the car that she does not even understand would make me laugh too.I love you Robyn Anne.
So we have come to the point where one child will be on her way to her new married life this weekend, one daughter will get to spread her wings alone for a time and the forty five year old lady will get to be with the father, husband and best friend that she has missed for more than a month. Time can stand still for a bit longer, but then we must go forth and enjoy everything that is laid out before us. Here's to a wonderful weekend and new adventures for all.
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