Sometimes you can search the world over, and not find a home. My husband and I want to move. We moved in to this old house about four and a half years back, and everything has gone wrong. We aren’t sure if we are going to stay here or move to a condo, but one thing is for sure….somehow I dream of us finding home wherever we go next.
I have moved probably over twenty times in my life! Like a minstrel or wandering vagabond, I’m not the kind of woman to settle down in one place for very long. Our last place was a duplex, and I got pretty comfortable there. We lived there for over 8 years. It started to slowly feel too small as time went on. It was tiny, like one of those shoebox homes you see where you just know everyone in the home no sense of personal space. But I did have a room of my own, and I went in there and closed the door, just to dream for a while.
Whether we stay in this old house, or move someplace new, I dream of feeling settled. I dream of finally getting cozy in a home that is just right for us! I dream of being able to come home without fear of the unknown lurking around every corner. I dream of feeling safe and sound in my bedroom at night, without the shadows creeping up on all sides.
Home is sweet, as they say. Wherever you call home, I hope it brings you vast comfort and peace!