The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
– Maya Angelou
Moving can definitely be bittersweet. I honestly did not feel sad at all at first. it was all joy, peace, and happiness. I didn’t really miss the old house until today. I don’t miss it in a “I want to move back” kind of way, but I just had some fond memories, and I miss the sense of familiarity.
Last night, we returned from Dallas and it was really late as my husband was driving us home. I was in and out of my sleep. I was not feeling well and just wanted to get home. At one point, I opened my eyes to try to make out where we were, but I was so confused. I thought my husband got lost! But the thing is, my mind was looking for familiarity of our old neighborhood. In my mind, I was picturing the old house when I was thinking, “Can’t wait to get home.” I was physically and mentally exhausted. I wanted my bed.
And then I remembered. That is not our home anymore. For a second, I got really sad. It hit me then. We have a new home.
I suppose it takes time for a new home to really feel like home–down to your soul when you are that tired. It does feel like home, but it has not yet registered with my soul apparently.
Home is the heart of life… Home is where we feel at ease, where we belong, where we can create surroundings that reflect our tastes and pleasures… Making a home is a form of creativity open to everyone.
– Terence Conran
I have to remind myself that it takes time. There is a difference between a home and a house. A house is not necessarily a home. What makes a home?
Home is where you can be yourself. Home is our starting point. Most of our first experiences happen at home. First laugh. First steps. First words. In our homes we build relationships and skills that will deeply affect us for the rest of our lives. Home is the beginning; it is where we start (or re-start.)
– Apartment Therapy
I love our new home. But I am sad about saying goodbye to the old one. I didn’t realize I would be…until now.
Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.