Packing, One More Time

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Home is the happy feeling of opening the pantry door and recognizing all the labels that stare back at you. It’s the place you can grab any jacket off the rack to run outside to the car or down the road on an errand, even if it’s too big and not yours.

At least, those are two good indicators of being very ‘at home’ in a place. I have recently experienced both of these things in this house that I am visiting, this house that I have indeed lived in, and yet, it is not home…

Home is pretty hard to define.

I’m not going to try.

Instead, I’m going to tell you of my happy dreaming of late…

I’ve been dreaming of a home. Of a basement suite on Garden Street with two bedrooms and a kitchen and lovely landlords upstairs. Of an alley and at least one neighbour I know, and of driving to work every day knowing that I will come back to a kitchen table, a bed, and a whole boxful of books!

It’s been a long time since I brought a whole boxful of books anywhere.

In less than two days I shall be moving into a place that I can call home, be it for long or short. I will be in my hometown and be reconnecting with old friends and making some new ones. I will live with my not-so-little brother and my basically-a-brother cousin, and it will be good.

I just made cookies to bring up with us. I’m stocking up on as much from my parents’ pantry as possible because cookies don’t grow on trees and neither does the moolah. Stocking a house with stuff is pricey. Oh, responsibility! This is the next adventure: One of life and living. Day to day, neighbours and dishes and going to work and coming home. HOME.

We will make soup. We will do dishes. We will laugh and grumble and play music and games. We will have guests.  We will have conversation and friendly silence. The bathroom will be cleaned and the floor will be swept. I like a clean floor.

It will not be a sleepover. It will be a home.

A home with books.

And cookies : )

Old Friends
Old Friends

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Glad you are coming home with your not so little brother. This town is a better place with you in it. It’s a beautiful suite with at least 1 great neighbor. Happy to have you home. 🙂

  2. martha says:

    We’re all excited that you’re coming ‘home’ to live…be it long or short!

    1. Anna says:

      Me too! Thanks Auntie!

  3. Welcome home! I’m glad you’ll be sweeping. Hopefully you’ll also have sheets on the bed. Those will be 2 steps above Nicholas! 😉 (Okay. He was sick. He has an excuse.) Hope it goes well!

    1. Anna says:

      Thank you! We even have a whole extra set of sheets just in case! And yes, being sick is a legitimate excuse. I’ve been there too…

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