Home for the holidays 2013

I started working on my blog yesterday. I picked the book and sketched my mind map, but the day’s events kept invading. Distracting me, blocking my thoughts.

First on my calendar was the closing on our Colorado house. That required no participation by us. However, I imagined the new owners experiencing their first day in the dwelling that had been our home for nine years. A good home. One we were comfortable in. Now theirs. I hoped they enjoy it as much as we did. That they form good friendships, appreciate the neighbors, relax by the pond. I did. I’m trading all that for new options—the blank journal pages of my life.

Next on my calendar was the move-out inspection from our California apartment. Our temporary home. Comfortable enough, but where were the friends and the memories? No time to accumulate those. Merely a few weeks in limbo. Weeks that gave me time to acclimate to northern California, remember the busy traffic, and experience record low temperatures.

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Hillside view

Finally, my agenda ended with the appointment to sign documents for our next home. The one we plan to make comfortable. Our dreams swirl around this next building—a condo this time because taking care of outside space isn’t our thing. But it has two balconies from which to watch the birds soar in the thermals against the hillside and enjoy the sunsets. A change of scenery. A chance to make new friends. Another phase of life.

But those dreams must wait until Thursday to begin. California’s closing process works that way. So I’m still on hold, waiting. Dreaming. But not focusing hard enough to write about the book I recently read. Hopefully I’ll do that next month when I am in our new home. Until then we’ll make it our home for the holidays.

How’s your holiday home? Is it familiar? Have you made changes?

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4 responses to “Home for the holidays 2013

  1. My home is lightly decorated, but the spirit is definitely here. We’ll be spending Christmas with family as usual, which is what makes it special for me. Oh, yeah, and home is where the cornbread-dressing-and-chicken is.

  2. This year we’re at home for Christmas, the home we’ve lived in for 17 years. We have all the trappings–the tree, the lights, the manger scenes, the gifts, the music. But I remember one year when we visited our son in Virginia just before Christmas. We were scheduled to return two days before Christmas, but a snowstorm blew into Colorado and closed all the airports. It was the 27th before we could book a flight home.

    In the meantime, Steve and his partner did not celebrate Christmas. They had nothing in their home to so much as hint that the day was special. I sat in our room in their home and asked the Lord, “How am I supposed to celebrate Christmas with this?”

    He said, “I’m here.”

    And that was enough.