"Home. Yes I am home.
Home is wherever I'm with you"
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Last week I marked four years living in my home. Greg and I lived for four years in our previous home. And four years in the home before that, too. Seems like four has been a magic number for us. But the pattern stops there. I really can't see myself living anywhere else. I love my house. I love my home.
September 2006- when we first moved in
Yes, the four years we've lived here have been tough, but this has also been the place where we've made big memories. About four weeks after we moved in, the bird took her first steps (at 20 months old). We'd worked hard for those steps. This just feels like a cozy place to live and hang out... and make more memories. Yes, there are toys everywhere and the big trampoline and swing in the basement take up a lot of space; and yes there are books everywhere (what if my kid was obsessed with something else?); and yes, I've killed many of the plants that have come into this home, but it's a well lived-in home. I really do love it here.
However... I've been really homesick lately. It's hard to tell if I'm homesick for California and for my family, friends, and favorite restaurants. Or if I'm feeling homesick for the life I had there. Everything just seemed so much easier back then. But, I know that place is kinda crazy and way too fast-paced for where I am in my life today. So, I think I'll stay here in the cute little midwest. But, I'd like to go home and visit a bit. If anyone can figure out how I can go back to 1998 for a visit, too, please let me know!!