We’ve rented our house. Found someone to make our place their home while we set off on our adventure. I’m levitating, the weight on my shoulders has gone. It’s someone we know too. A trusted friend from the past. Someone we lost touch with in the flurry of child rearing. This family of four couldn’t be a better fit. They like our community. Perhaps joining it for six months will be an adventure for them too.
It’s sharpened my focus. I know where we’ll store our possessions and will soon discard my domesticity. Just knowing we can leave our furniture securely in place feels like we are no-longer stripping our house bare. It will still be a home to return to.
With my chin lifted I can see what’s ahead, count the weeks not months from the calendar, and finally get a wee bit excited.
