Home. That concept for me if complicated. We moved a lot as a kid and my home life was, well, we'll just say....turbulent. When people ask me where I am from, I have no answer. The places I've lived? The people? I don't really associate with any of it. I've lived in Iowa almost half my life, so that is the closest I get.
My husband asked me of the farm house: Can you call this home?
Wow. That question has really set in my heart. Because really, I will follow him to the ends of the earth. Where he is, where my children are, that is home. That's not what he meant, but that is really the heart of it.
We've been back to the farm house. I took better pictures. I allowed myself to get excited. Now I am listening to Christmas music and cleaning house. I spent a good part of the morning on the phone with insurance, utillity companies, the chamber of commerce, the county development corporation, and both the realtor and my Dearest.
We took a break and visited an old friend and her brood. Little anxiety over that, but it went well, I think.
Tomorrow we are going back. We are closer to our dream than ever before. We are in that excited, anxiety, frantic, calm before the change phase. You know what I mean? It is hard to explain.
Me? I'm craving Cajun food and Christmas cookies.
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Dreaming, it's a funny thing. Just what I was blogging about today. Another funny thing, the cool weather today made my daughter think of Christmas she said and here I read about you listening to Christmas music!
ReplyDeleteCalm before the change. *sigh* Yes, I understand, well I understand at leat how it applied to me and mine. You will be in my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteGreat minds think alike--we are the freaks already listening to Christmas music!
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