Nine years ago. I walked into the nest for the first time.
When you're a kid they tell you time will go by faster as you age, and you shrug. Honestly. These nine years feel like nine hundred and also feel like a blink.
My feelings about the nest haven't changed much from year to year. I love it. I appreciate it. I still spend time just looking around and feeling those things.
I think by many American standards it's small. Most of the people who live in the other condos have them for vacation homes. For me, it's perfect. I might occasionally wish for a tiny bit more room but not often. I'd be lost in anything bigger.
I mentioned the other day that the shelves in the library are almost full. After I move things around there will be space. It's a very cozy room. The mommy had a fake fireplace that lives here now. It's one of those things that I would not have purchased but I do love.
I've lived a somewhat peripatetic life. The habit to look for another place is strong. But I'm not unhappy in the nest.
Oregon is a beautiful state. I love having four seasons. I love looking out my window and watching the colors change. But I don't love it here. I feel lonely and not quite at home.
But. In the nest I am home. I am surrounded by things from my childhood and from my friends over the years. I am surrounded by books. What more could I want?
4 comments:
I love the idea of home as the nest. I nest. I live in one or two rooms for the most part. I get it, though, about that desire to move. At last count, I think I've lived in 20+ dwellings. My mother called me a nomad. She wasn't wrong.
In SF I lived on Chestnut Street. Now I live on Oak. I'm always in a tree.
I live in NM with 2 seasons. Hot season and windy season. The high desert comes alive with a little moisture. The flora and fauna are great and I don’t have to scoop snow. Happiest I’ve ever been because I’ve become my grandfather, who I worshipped. So I’ve got that going for me.
Wherever you reside is a special place, my friend. Trust me on this.
Home to me, are where the people I love are not necessarily a place.
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