Monday, June 10, 2013
It's been two years since I signed on the dotted line. The house and I are both still standing (so far). The house itself is 74 years old this year. She's aging well, and I hope better after I've put in a few years taking good care of her.
It doesn't seem like two years. I've noticed that with most worthwhile things, like raising babies and writing good stories and making a damn fine pie, time turns in on itself. It seems like a long time, and yet no time at all.
This house and these two years have seemed like that. I have always been here. That is the rightness of knowing this is home. I have only been here a few weeks. That is how the calendar days pass when life is handing you blessings and challenges, one right after another.
That's a kind of yin and yang you can miss if you don't stop to recognize it.