Let me just say that moving a household, after nearly twenty-five years in one place, half way across the country, is not an endeavor for sissies. Obviously I’m a bold woman–I’m also moving my blog, again.
There’s nothing like staying at home for real comfort. ~Jane Austen
I had thought we would be settled at our new home in several months. I had even promised my agent to have a new book proposal and chapters to her in September. Oh, how I have underestimated this moving job! I first saw our south Alabama home online last September, then in person in October. Now one year later, and we are finally here, although far from settled.
My office reading nook–shelves await books, as the entire house awaits with much promise.
Look closer. The position of the pillow illustrates perfectly our lives at the moment–upside down!
I feel quite like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz–swept up, tossed about, then dumped out helter-skelter in a strange land. I have not yet found a hair dresser, nor, most importantly, a massage therapist. If anyone knows of either in Mobile, Alabama, please let me know.) Just today we got telephones hooked up, and are instantly getting wrong numbers.
I have been very happy with my homes, but homes really are no more than the people who live in them. ~Nancy Reagan.
Last week we sold our Oklahoma house, and this week Bigstreetrod finally joined me here in Alabama, so it really does feel like home. We now set about getting things in order, although we’re starting out with a lot of porch-sitting and talking about what to do next. As Bigstreetrod says, “These things have to stay in the planning stages for a while.”
What feels good is that I’m writing this from my new office, a room that makes me smile each time I enter it. I let go of a lot of furniture I no longer needed and am settling in with a more simple style. Little by little order is not no much made as emerges. During the process, I discover anew the truth of the old saying: home is where the heart is.