Monday August 03, 2009
where you live
Realising I have never fully given myself over to the notion that I live here, that I own this house.
Realising part of me was always planning escape and thinking there would come a time when we would pack up and go off to the four winds, happy trails, mad adventures.
Resisting settledness.
Resisting staying put.
A new acceptance of all that family means. Family means staying, working, endless giving. Family means being present, not always eyes out to the horizon.
A new acceptance of the turns and twists that bought me here. An acknowledgement, that I chose this. I did.
Tentative joy. Frail gladness.