Instead of the river, there are now trees. Instead of big, tall windows that let in 14 hours of summer sun, there are smaller, shaded windows and a cooler, darker, sweeter space, sprinkled with dapled spots of bright light. How does “place” define us? Interesting question. I look for deer now, not the heron, I look for the skunk at night. I collect blue jay feathers and listen for the cries of the hawks. I pull the pup from the poison ivy and she looks at me as if to say, “when are we going home?” and I say, “little girl, we are home”.
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Oh how lovely. Appreciation for every space. I have a sign in my home that says the thing I love most about my home is who I share it with. Sounds like you moved. Enjoy. ❤️
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We did, and it’s been a bit rough around the edges. But all passes.
It does seem like sometimes a sense of “place” is surprisingly not about the physical space.
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🙂
Getting flooded by trees is a whole lot better than by a river!
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Yes, absolutely!
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Hope you’re settling in well and all is cozy!
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Thank you Eliza. 🙂
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You’ve really captured the nuance of moving. Well done.
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Thank you.
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A lovely nostalgic post. Eventually this will become Home, just as you say. It takes time for things to become familiar.
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Thank you ever so much.
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