It’s 8:09 Wednesday morning and I can hear a host of birds singing outside my open camper windows. The interstate traffic is a muffled hum behind them, but the birds are doing a brilliant job of vying for attention and have certainly won mine.
It’s a strange feeling because on Sunday I went “home” – but then yesterday I came back “home.” Because apparently I now have two homes. I’ve only lived in my little camper in Kentucky for a little over six weeks now, but it’s won me over and I miss it when I’m gone.
Sunday was only the second time I’ve gone back to the beautiful countryside in Ohio that I lived in for the last sixteen years since moving to Kentucky – and seriously, it was great. Like, driving down the road and yelling hello out the window to all the familiar landmarks as I passed them type of great. (Y’all, being able to actually yell out the windows and have no one around to see me was – in and of itself – rather magical.)
I had a wonderful time driving down the country roads, swinging on my familiar swingset, sitting out on the porch in the early morning stillness, the calmness of my bedroom, having a pantry full of snacks I didn’t buy, and best of all being around my family. I have a lot of family in the area and receiving enthusiastic hugs from my little nieces, holding babies while chatting with my sisters, playing games with my brother, and chatting with my parents? It was all delightful and I’m so thankful I got to do it.
Yet, when it was time for me to head back to Kentucky, I was like “Oh, it’s time to go home.” And that was really weird because I was home, and yet I wasn’t.
After the next month and a half, I’m not sure what my life is going to look like, but for now, I’m thankful for this little sphere that makes up my world. I’m thankful for a job that I genuinely enjoy and that makes a difference. I’m thankful to be close enough to my family that I can go visit them and help out when needed. I’m thankful that my driving abilities have grown to the point where I can take on a four-hour road trip without freaking out.
I’m exceedingly thankful for two homes. For two places where I can feel completely comfortable, at home, and miss when I’m gone. I’m thankful for all I’m learning, experiencing, and doing. I’m thankful for the delights of new adventures, old comforts, and all the thousands of little elements that make up this season of my life.
And now I’ve got to shut the computer and scurry off so I’m not late for that job that I’m so thankful for. 😉
I totally understand this! About three years ago my grandparents started to have health problems that required live-in care, and I moved in with them, for the short term. Every year since then, there have been health issues that have required me to live with them — and I spend about half my time in their home. It feels like my home, and my “real” home, with my siblings and parents, feels like my home . . . so I often joke that I have two homes. I have two houses where I am assured of a welcome, two houses that have my shampoo in the shower and my clothes in the closet and shoes on the shelf. I even have my keyboard at my grandparents, and several piano books, so I can still practice while I’m up there 😀 I refer to both houses as “my home”. I am blessed, indeed, to have two houses that are my happy place =)
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Yes! That can be hard, but it can also be really rewarding to have two places where you feel so much at home and know everything and feel really comfortable. Way to go helping your grandparents out – blessings to you!
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There are laces and people i like to visit that are like going home. Going back to Knox County, OH is like going home to since we used to live there. Hard to find trailers delivering there so sometimes i just veer off the trail so i can visit anyhow.
I’ve learned family is home. Location isn’t as important (although I don’t think i could live in a subdivision)
Glad you are loving that job
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I think for this season of life, home means various things for me. Because, obviously living in Kentucky is far away from most of my family, and while I do miss them and am so thankful to visit them often, this still feels like home to me.
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