Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Home, at last...

…at least for awhile. I think.

Over the past 6 ½ months, I have made four trips to Florida, one overnight to Birmingham and most recently, a road trip to Galveston, Texas. Previous to the first Florida trip, I had slept in my very own bed, with my head on my very own pillow for over 16 months straight. Seems like it is either feast or famine for me where travel is concerned.

Here is what I think about being home to stay:

When my Rocket Man is at home, there is no place on God’s green earth I would rather be. Truly.

It isn’t that our home is ready for a Better Homes and Gardens shoot. It isn’t. In fact, it is a mess. Built in 1964, it is really in need of some TLC and a few major repairs. Inside and outside.

It is where my ‘stuff’ resides and I do think I have some pretty cool ‘stuff’.

Mostly, home is where Rocket Man and I go to escape from reality. And it is only truly home to me if he is there.

We have developed the ability ignore the things that need to be repaired. Honestly, I don’t necessarily even see them anymore. Unless someone is kind enough to point them out to me. So the dishwasher doesn’t work all that great. Guess what? I know how to wash dishes by hand. And that is just the sort of task that I secretly enjoy.

I even like the 1960s era spot of wallpaper that we have where we took down a cabinet. I’m used to it. Its comfortable to me. Fixing it would require a big decision that I’d have to live with for a long time. I almost want to put a frame around the vintage wallpaper and call it mid-century modern art!

I am just thankful that it looks like our lives are just about to return to normal…whatever that is. I can tell you that whatever it is, we will adjust and adapt gladly. Because it means that all of his clothes will either be in the chest of drawers in our bedroom or in the laundry basket in our bathroom. I'm putting the dreaded blue suitcase in the attic! It means that we will have our coffee together before work and come home in the evenings and be together.

Yep, I’m looking forward to that. I’m even wise enough at this point in my life to know that this return to normal is probably temporary. Always is. But for now, I’m just going to enjoy it.

Change continues to be the constant in our lives. When I listen closely with an open heart…I can hear the winds of change blowing in the distance.

I think that they may be blowing my way.

(and I think I might be getting a new dishwasher this weekend, too)


Teri Lynne Underwood said...

Love it ... and appreciate that you willingly share your heart and wisdom! Love you.

Mollianne said...

Thank you. I wrote it last night while I was babysitting a meeting. Who knew what today would bring, huh? Love you, too!