So we are here. Not really sure what that means. home? not really, but i guess it will have to do.
i have tried to make this place home. We made paper hearts and rainbow stars for the windows. i have baskets of pine cones, and jars of acorn caps on the fireplace hearth. i have tried to throw myself back into my crafting. Home is where the heart is after all, and we are here together. but our hearts are not. This is just a house. It's not our house. It's just one more stop along our journey to find our way home.
It has been over a month since our home burned, throwing us into uncertainty and destroying all sense of security that we have known for the last 13 years. Folks constantly ask if we are settled now, and all i can do is nod my head although my eyes fill with tears. We are in a house, we are back to routine, we are settled. In truth, i am far from settled.
i am lost. completely and utterly lost.
i am so very far from home, that i have to wonder if i will ever find my way back again..