What's old is new again. Okay, maybe not so much. My cousins and I have moved back into the house that I left in February, just five short months ago. Five months. Long enough to have become somewhat familiar with Anna/McKinney Texas; long enough to know that had we stayed I would have built some real affection for the area; but not long enough by far to feel that it was home.
That said, Kansas does not feel like home either, although it is far more familiar to me. I'm not sure at 47 years of age, I have ever found home yet. Pahrump, Nevada came close. But it is part of my past now, and will in all likelihood remain so. I'm not sure what qualifies as "home". What do you think?
I'm beginning to think that home is a state of mind; not a location. That home is where the people you love and share your life with are. If that's the case, then I'm always home.
As with any move, it is proving to be a real bitch. We left Anna last Thursday night and caravanned up I-35 through Oklahoma until we simply had to sleep.
Made it into Newton Friday afternoon. The house is still in chaos. And the real pain in the ass, is that my cousin and my clone (my cousin's husband, Eric) have to return to Anna this coming weekend because we could not get everything into the one very large 26' U-Haul truck. I am staying with the kidlets. (Yeah, the children have me wrapped around their little fingers.) There are some advantages to being the smallest ~ getting to stay with the kids while others do the heavy lifting.
Our next move will be from this house to another here locally, when we decide to buy. By then, we will have been able to have that garage sale that we did not get done before we moved this time. And we've decided that someone else is going to move our things. Yes, we could do it. We've proved that. But sheesh! Every muscle in our bodies hurt~and with a garage load full of boxes there is no end in sight.
Yet as my cousin is wont to say, "This is but a moment in time." I know that one day, we will find our routine once again.
Right now, I hear a Vanilla Porter calling my name.
That said, Kansas does not feel like home either, although it is far more familiar to me. I'm not sure at 47 years of age, I have ever found home yet. Pahrump, Nevada came close. But it is part of my past now, and will in all likelihood remain so. I'm not sure what qualifies as "home". What do you think?
I'm beginning to think that home is a state of mind; not a location. That home is where the people you love and share your life with are. If that's the case, then I'm always home.
As with any move, it is proving to be a real bitch. We left Anna last Thursday night and caravanned up I-35 through Oklahoma until we simply had to sleep.
Made it into Newton Friday afternoon. The house is still in chaos. And the real pain in the ass, is that my cousin and my clone (my cousin's husband, Eric) have to return to Anna this coming weekend because we could not get everything into the one very large 26' U-Haul truck. I am staying with the kidlets. (Yeah, the children have me wrapped around their little fingers.) There are some advantages to being the smallest ~ getting to stay with the kids while others do the heavy lifting.
Our next move will be from this house to another here locally, when we decide to buy. By then, we will have been able to have that garage sale that we did not get done before we moved this time. And we've decided that someone else is going to move our things. Yes, we could do it. We've proved that. But sheesh! Every muscle in our bodies hurt~and with a garage load full of boxes there is no end in sight.
Yet as my cousin is wont to say, "This is but a moment in time." I know that one day, we will find our routine once again.
Right now, I hear a Vanilla Porter calling my name.
Enjoy one for me! I hope all the dust settles soon! Paying a mover to fill and empty the truck was worth every penny! Enjoy your efforts and happy house hunting!
ReplyDeletehome is where the heart is as the saying goes. We I live I could leave in a instant - no family left, just me and hubby - the kids are not in this immediate area, my family is 2 1/2 hours from me - We have lived here for 31 years but yes I could move to be nearer to family =-
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Glad to hear you made the move safely - and yes, home is where the ones you love are, wherever that is! It'll all get settled down soon.....
ReplyDeleteBest of luck Michelle! This chaos will settle again and you will feel more "human" as well.
ReplyDeleteHome is where you feel at peace - that place you return to with much joy and anticipation. Whether it be where loved ones are, or where you lay your hat...
You are so right - home is where you make it, it's wherever you are, you carry it with you. I hope things settle down for you soon!
ReplyDeleteHome is where you hang your ♥
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure a Hot Fudge Banana Split from Braum's will cool you down and make you feel better. ☺ I know it would me. You're so LUCKY to have one near you! Or, you could go to town and shop for fabric at Hen Feathers or A-1. ☺ Hope you're settled in soon.
I'm glad you arrived safely - if a bit sore and exhausted.
ReplyDeleteHome really is where the people you love are. With all the change you've had the last year it's not surprising you're feeling a bit out of kilter !
You've made it to Kansas again! Even if you feel it like a chaos now, soon you have settled down and back to your routines - where your loved ones are. All the best for the future!
ReplyDeleteWho am I? Where am I? What is this place?
ReplyDeleteSaw your post title at Seams Inspired and came over to say hello! I am form KS but live in CA now. Good luck with the move-in! Glad to have found your blog.
ReplyDeleteHey Michelle,
ReplyDeleteIt's good to hear from you. I was just thinking of you...
Glad to know that you arrived back in Newton safe and sound. I don't know if this is appropriate to ask.... is your Mom still living in the house in Newton?
So glad you made it there safely! Yep, I think you're right, home is where your loved ones are, a state of mind. Hope you have a nice big tub to soak those sore muscles in!
ReplyDeleteOh, moving is such hard work. I believe home is what you make it and the things that you love make it a home plus your family. Thanks for taking time our of move to come by my blog.
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