we are home
Our house is full tonight of boxes, half empty, some full and shelved, some full of old packing newspaper awaiting recycling. Each room is a maze of stuff not ready to be put in a place but finished with moving. I have not had a house since i grew up, moving from the only house I ever lived in, that of my parents. I feels rather strange too, coming into a room, sitting down, and finding your house, becoming your home.
The past year, my family (wife, twin cats) have spent in someone else’s house while they were out of the country. Their large home in the woods and lake were lovely, complete with twin dogs. We’ve had a highly valuable experience there. Our cats however, did not. Being around two dogs constantly became a source of great stress for them. One developed a urine cystitis, the other just tolerated them. As we settle into our new home over the new years, the animals are relaxed, cystitis on the mend, more playful and happy to be the only non humans in the vicinity.
I’ve found my wife and i relaxed too. Being in a space that is only ours, around things that belong to us. Beneath the superficial and material litter is a coming home. Like sleeping in a tent you’ve put together and taken down a hundred times. like sleeping in a shelter you built yourself, each stick a leaf touching your hands. It is a feeling of comfort and familiarity with a dwelling, fulfilling one of the four requirements for survival, essential to life.
So thankful to be rather young with a home to offer, a base to return to and go out from, a place here that is Our territory. Very exciting and Very Grateful. Amen