HOME

I’ve lived in three homes in the past six years. I wrote about the home last week that was on 68th Street. Where there were joys.... sorrows...and learning to live there all alone. I was a sorrowing widow, walking through the house. Sleepless at night, for my best friend was now gone. It was hard to sleep in a bed that seemed yawningly large without my husband of 40 years!

Then I met another. I was giddy with new love and excitement. He asked me to marry him---and I said yes!! I began to emotionally, and soon, physically move away from that place. It didn’t seem like home anymore.

My second home was one I first shared as a newlywed. It was exciting to rearrange the kitchen that made it mine. I made the living room more my style. We had seventeen happy months there. And then, I was widowed----again. I paced the floors at night. Watched the moon at the top crescent of my bedroom window and wondered if he saw that moon in heaven too. I began to paint and change the look in that house even more. A soft green embraced my bedroom walls. I put up a few simple pictures instead of a large gallery of family photos. I changed the office to a music/writing room. I painted the walls a soft greenish-beige to match the tapestry of my antique chair.

And then, miracles happen more than once--for I met another---Jim. He too, asked me to be his bride--and I said--yes!! Soon that lovely home on 30th Street began to lose its attraction, for I was making a new nest. At another location. 

Eventually, it became mine and Jim’s. We’re working together to make it “ours”. There are my pictures. And his too. A beautiful tapestry. More books on the shelves. A great room with a fireplace near the kitchen. A lovely fountain in the back yard.

In a couple of days, we’ll be going on a trip. I almost hate to leave, but I know we’ll be back....to home.