Why

I first started this blog as a way to manage and deal with moving. As with all things, it has evolved into minor musings on life in general. But I want to take us back a moment to the initial reason for the blog.

Moving.

When I told one my friends from my hometown she thought it was a move back, finally, to where I grew up.

“No,” I said, “just moving ten minutes away from our current home.”

It feels a little crazy to me to spend all the money we did to move a mere ten minutes away from the home we had made our own for six years but our list was long on the why’s, despite it seeming to come out of nowhere.

I miss our neighbors from the old home. I miss the proximity to the village. All of these things I knew I would miss. But we have art on the walls of our new home. We are settling in. And there are so many reasons I am grateful we found this home.

The sledding hill, the cozy fire place, the trees, the open sky, the space for my boys to grow up and run freely in, my writing room. Oh, my writing room. How much can I ramble on about having a whole room to call my own and create in?

It is still all about adjusting, though.

When we drove home from the airport after our big trip the night had moved along and we were tired. The taxi driver turned right when we normally turned left and I almost said something, until I remembered, we no longer go that way to get home.

Home is where the heart is, but I think home is also where the heart was. I have pieces of my heart sprinkled in WA, in WI, in Ireland, and in various places in MN.

As he drove onto our new street and pulled into the dark driveway of our new home I took a deep breath and walked in after our boys. They raced up the stairs, shouting and calling out to each other.

Home is also a space that evolves, it must, because we evolve.

This is home now. For all the reasons and all the non-reasons and all the reasons up ahead. We will make it our own.