Thursday, July 24, 2008

We Made It!

We're officially moved in and this is the view from our back patio.....pretty darned lovely, isn't it? I love the tranquility of just sitting out and listening to the sounds of nature. Inside, it's still a sea of boxes that sit waiting to be unpacked. However, we have made progress enough to be able to get our car in one side of the garage, so that's not bad for just a bit over a week in our new home.

I was watching a rerun of The Waltons this morning for a few moments and I loved what John Boy said at the end about a house being a home and what makes it so. Although I can't remember his exact words, it was something like a home is comprised of all the people who live within it's walls. They're footsteps, voices, and happenings there are absorbed into the very structure of the place and linger there long after each has gone. To me, truer words were never spoken and I know that parts of myself linger in the homes I've lived in at various ages of my life.

At the moment, I'm remembering a home I lived in as a young girl around 11 years old and my very best friend, Margie, who lived next door. We were inseparable and she was the closest thing to the perfect person that I've ever met. She died very suddenly of an anuerism and I miss her so, I wonder, does a part of me still linger in that bedroom where Margie would sometimes stay all night and we'd giggle half the night in spite of my Mom's threats to separate us if we didn't be quiet. Yes, I can still hear us telling each other our dreams and plans.......we would go to New York, get fabulous, exciting jobs, and live in a ritzy apartment. Eventually, we'd marry, with Margie having 5 or 6 kids and myself having only 1~~~~~~ and naturally, it didn't turn out that way. We each married and she had 2 children, I had 5 kids and we never made it to New York or the jobs, never mind the ritzy apartment. But, I digress,

As for this home, I am slowly beginning to feel a coziness that the first few days didn't supply, but then how could they, with all the boxes and chaos. As time goes by, I'm sure this will be a very happy home as I slowly make it our own....a place of safety and refuge, when the world overwhelms and the only peace to be found is in one's own little corner of the haven, my home.

1 comment:

Joanna said...

That view is magnificent! Worth of being a restful place to knit and ponder! I was able to visit my grandmother's home last year ( I lived there 44 years ago) and it was magic to be inside those walls. Enjoy your new HOME and I know you will fill it with life and make it your own.