Thursday Thinkings

This is my last Thursday in my house,  I am still struggling with the thought I won't be here any more.  What is a house anyway?

It's different when you get older.  It rings of familiarity.  Yourself.  When you are younger, you are so busy taking care of everyone that you don't really make friends with your house.  Sure you clean it, you maintain it.  You like it to look nice.  When you move away from it,you take your busyness with you,  there is no sadness.  There is your family who go into the car with you to travel to the new place.  They enter the new home with you.  In that new place, everyone is loved and cared for. There is no looking back. More busyness.

It is different now.  I am older.  Single. That makes all the difference.  And a house is a home.  My home.  Where I belong.

My new home will be one where family visits more.  I will make more family meals, watch my grandchild. I will take much better care of myself.  Whole Foods is close. My kids will be here more. It will feel like family.  The memories created here will last a lifetime.  It will feel inclusive.  It will be inclusive.  It won't be just me anymore.

Soon.