About three weeks ago, I responded to a letter I found in my mail box. It was from a local realtor representing a young couple looking for a house in the Ridgeview Elementary School district. I have a house. A big house. Right across the field from Ridgeview.
The house is one I barely live in. I usually travel from the garage door to the kitchen, up the stairs, take a 90-degree left and left again into my bedroom. I hang up my clothes, brush my teeth, slip into my kitty pajama bottoms and a sweat shirt and pad back downstairs to the beautiful, new kitchen. There, I scrub a potato and pop it into the microwave. When the microwave dings, I pull the hot potato out and dress it with butter, blue cheese dressing and a glob of sour cream. I plop myself in front of Devin's TV (I'm sure he's going to want it sooner or later) and eat my potato accompanied by a glass of Sonoma red wine.
After the potato and wine are gone, I usually go to bed. And I really do love my bed.
So, this house isn't really functioning as a home. Still, the holidays are coming up. The grown up children will come home (I hope), litter their carpets with clothes and clog the drain. We'll bake cookies and roast a turkey and play games (I hope). And the house that has held so many celebrations will come alive with the cooking and eating of food, the telling of jokes, the sharing of stories, the giving of gifts.
Any space, any house, can come alive with families gathering to share their lives. If I sell the family house/home, we'll still be able to find house and home in any place we gather. I think.
The house is one I barely live in. I usually travel from the garage door to the kitchen, up the stairs, take a 90-degree left and left again into my bedroom. I hang up my clothes, brush my teeth, slip into my kitty pajama bottoms and a sweat shirt and pad back downstairs to the beautiful, new kitchen. There, I scrub a potato and pop it into the microwave. When the microwave dings, I pull the hot potato out and dress it with butter, blue cheese dressing and a glob of sour cream. I plop myself in front of Devin's TV (I'm sure he's going to want it sooner or later) and eat my potato accompanied by a glass of Sonoma red wine.
After the potato and wine are gone, I usually go to bed. And I really do love my bed.
So, this house isn't really functioning as a home. Still, the holidays are coming up. The grown up children will come home (I hope), litter their carpets with clothes and clog the drain. We'll bake cookies and roast a turkey and play games (I hope). And the house that has held so many celebrations will come alive with the cooking and eating of food, the telling of jokes, the sharing of stories, the giving of gifts.
Any space, any house, can come alive with families gathering to share their lives. If I sell the family house/home, we'll still be able to find house and home in any place we gather. I think.
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