Home sweet home. I do believe that home is where God wants you right then. When you get home, it feels great (Thailand, bed, Mike's hugs). But so often we can't be there, so God comes with us to these other places (work, driving, yucky rental homes, family emergencies, pot pies). Turns out that we have to physically live somewhere though. Buying a home has never been a dream of mine. The payments, the maintenance, the ball and chain. I much prefer Thailand or somewhere similar where one can be free and move about the country. But buying can sometimes make sense financially.
Right now, I am living in Bellingham. I think I'll stay, for the most part. It's really good here. I have Mike. I have Tulip. We are all together now. I can't just do what I want to in Thailand. I'm not sure how I got into this situation, but it's actually pretty satisfying if I'm in my right mind and having a positive day. We live in my grandparents' home in the woods, which is pretty much my dream home. (Note: having a dream home is in no way related to the dream of really owning a home. It's actually the opposite, if you think about it). Built in 1973, it can slide easily into a mid-century type style and accommodate all the wonderful furniture I don't have, but would have if I could. Obviously, there are so many memories and such good energy in the home my grandparents built. If we wanted to stay, we had to buy the place. My family didn't want to go along delaying the task forever. So we did. It was hard, it is scary, it took forever.
It feels different now. I am more motivated to clean and organize. I am saving up for blinds and a couple new windows, and things like that. I feel like I can start to prepare the spot for the hot-tub...hey if you can't go to Thailand, bring the warm water to you. Perhaps with an epic zipline, treehouse, and hot-tub, it'll be more fun to stay home with friends than head off into the wild blue alone. This is all starting to feel like something good is coming together.
