Walking in to other people’s homes is like walking into their sanctuary. It is their haven, yet, here am I. The agreement is that I am allowed in as a potential buyer, they as a seller, yet it still seems so audacious to look at their closets and laundry rooms, in the kitchen cabinets and back yard shed. Laundry rooms are not a usual place to see when visiting others, so it now becomes personal. I walk gently, tenderly opening, closing drawers, so as not to disturb the contents, looking quickly into rooms, just enough to inform myself of the general make-up, but not to intrude.
I dream of possibilities as I look, imagine my sofa in that corner and hot coffee out on their deck. My mind is a whirl with ideas and potential. I could paint walls, plant lilacs, lay down different carpet, put up sheer billowy curtains and…..well I need to first decide if I want this house.
Well…..it is as I thought….sort of…..
We are embarking on change…..of the moving kind. HE will go first, scouting ahead, I will stay with the house and animal UNTIL….( there is always a caveat). For there is a house to sell and a residence to find as well as re-looking for work in the new area. Luckily my job will easily translate to the new area and his job is the reason for the move. It is the whole process facing the adventure that lies ahead, moving on and finding a measure of grace in the midst of tumult. All I can be certain of is that these times, they are changing.
I I remember an old song…
“I love to go a wandering
along the mountain trek,
And as I go, I love to sing
with backpack on my back”
We used to sing that at the top of our lungs as kids. I just remembered it this last weekend as R. and I went up a forestry service road to an amazing vista! Pictures cannot capture the awesome splendor as I stood in silence and awe. However, here is a picture. May it grant you an awesome sense of wonder.