"Home"
It was not perfect, the main floor toilet froze in winter, mice occasionally found their way indoors in the spring and it did not have the "essential" master ensuite bath. It was solid, it was honest and it was welcoming. Our street had front yards and sidewalks and stoops to sit and meet. Kids were watched as they toddled recklessly upon their first flight of freedom from the clutches of their parents. Hockey games were played seriously with tennis balls and torn nets. Dogs greeted people passing by for a head scratch. The street was its own community, we created it and made it a great place to live.
Our home was continuously full of an extra one or two or ten at the dinner table (much to the dismay of the resident teenager). Children were nurtured and fed (bellies and souls), and whether they were mine or not did not matter. Family was not defined by blood lines or legal agreements, if you crossed the threshold, you were family. Friendships were made by both young and old and many have been maintained defying distance and geography.
It was a house of ideas and strategies and community plans. A career flourished from the third floor office cubby. Political strategies discussed around the dinner table and issues raised and challenged. Much wine was poured and meals shared.
This physical structure of bricks and mortar is no longer ours. The neighbours and children whom we all watched and loved have also left our street of open porches and open hearts. One of those neighbours and I were chatting last night about my feelings of loss and nostalgia (who I consider a "sister"),she was helping me to understand and accept my good bye permanently to this chapter of my family's life in this Northern town. She guided me to poet and philosopher Mark Nepo, and one of his quotes forced me to reflect this change, "life is where you are." So while my geography and walls have changed, who I am has not.
Find your "homestead," be there for your neighbour and be kind. I will contemplate these things as we search for our next "home." xo vagi