Yesterday marked 13 years that hubs and I have lived in this house. Although he’s been far less mobile than me, it’s the longest time period that either of us have lived at one address. Despite the fact that we’ve had multiple marriages and been around the block, (subdivision, trailer park, town, state, country) more than a few times, it’s one of the many wonderful things we’ve never experienced with anyone else.
Hubby’s numbers are in the low single digits while my list includes 13 schools attended and 33 houses/places lived in. And I wasn’t a foster kid or a military brat, so go figure. My mobile life seems to be the result of hunter-gatherer, gypsy tendencies, or a “hey the grass is greener over there” type of thing. Being the hard headed, “I’ll find my own truths” rebel I am, it took me a long time to recognize that so called “greener grass” (and several other illusory tricks) as a smoke and mirrors racket pulled off by my own mind.
My midnight musings got me thinking about the characteristics of our physical abode and how they relate to the feelings of home that we’ve been blessed to find in each other’s eyes and arms. The concrete block walls surrounding us represent the sturdiness and strength of our best friends, partners and lovers bond. The high ceilings give a sense of freedom within and the sliders opening up the back of the house to a lanai, provide space for us both to dream and fly. We have cool tile and warm carpet, commensurate to the haven of our relationship, the one place where we both find what we need when the outside world fires us up or freezes us out. Our open floor plan allows us to be together but never feel stuck, the majority of our waking hours. I have my home office on one side of the house and hubs has his on the other. We each have a space (mine is beachy, his orange and blue) dedicated to our selves, personal and symbolic of a healthy independence, but with comfy seating for when we want to share with each other. Plenty of windows allow light to stream in and help maintain that Natasha Bedingfield “Pocketful of sunshine, love that is all mine” feeling.
“Home is where the heart is.”
Pliny the Elder
“Home is where you hear love within the stillness.”
” Peace, that was the other name for home.”
“Home is where there’s one to love us.”
“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.”
“Home is a shelter from storms-all sorts of storms.”
William J. Bennett
Those are just a few favorites of the multitude of sayings about homes. Certainly those who’ve lost theirs in man-made circumstances or natural disasters feel a huge hole in their hearts, but I found out 18 years ago that losing your home and almost everything in it can sometimes be the beginning of gaining what you’ve always wanted and all that really matters.
Peace and Love