Week 49: Homecoming

Week 49: Homecoming is an abstract photo of fireworks. And, Week 49 is late because I have a new home. Yes. After leaving Hawaii and doing all manner of things from school to Fiji I have left the parents and moved for the 17th time in my adult life.

Now, being that it was my 17th move, I was dreading it...totally and completely. Because, despite the great number of moves I’ve made, I’m actually a homebody, roots-putter-downer sort. It’s just that life hasn’t always cooperated with my personality. And in spite of having moved so many times, I’ve actually got a lot of stuff...to put it very mildly. I know, I know. Many of you are shaking your head at me right now saying, “I’ve told her over and over again. She has too much stuff.”

In fact, my new house mate’s father commented on the tremendous piles of boxes in my room and half the dining room. His doubt regarding my abilities to get it all put away were evident. But I know my mad skills. So I informed him that I am a magical creature who can make things fit when no one else believes they can. I didn’t move 17 times for nothing!

The wonderful thing in the midst of all the back and forth and list making and sore muscles and lifting and moving is that I’ve finally seen some of my sweet things from Hawaii (and even California). Little things that have been in storage hiding. Little things that make my heart happy. Like my real Japanese tea set...and my little jewelry dish that sat at the head of my bed....and my lavender and plum bathroom set...and my Frenchy black and white dish set...and my own coffee mugs...

It’s been a little bit of Christmas with some reminiscing thrown in and I’m loving Homecoming.

So why the fireworks? Because it was the anniversary of the birth of our nation this week, for one thing. And it’s one of my favorite holidays. I loove summer...and summer nights...and long light...and warm pavement beneath my bare feet...and the smell of fireworks...and summer thunder storms...and being with my family...and welcoming old friends home again...and the smell of coffee brewing....and the feel of cool rain drops on my bare shoulders...and swimming...and the sense of accomplishment...and gifts from friends and family...and offers from friends to take care of dinner when I don’t even know where my dishes are...and catching up with friends around boxes...and remembering funny times during previous moves...and the smell of grills and barbecue...and seeing things find their home.

All of those things and more happened this week during Homecoming and it’s just the beginning. I’m looking forward to what a new roommate and office space and fantastic views and new perspective bring to my life. It was time. I’m looking forward to having you over soon!