"Was I sleeping? Had I slept?" (Fight Club, 1999)
A few days ago, while nursing Baby on our bed, I looked out the window and gasped. For a microsecond I lost my sense of time and was transported back to 2005, and instead of Baby in my arms it was R who was happily being fed while I lost myself daydreaming of the trees outside.
"It feels like I've been here before!" I yelled out to Hubby after I had regained my composure. He was unpacking a box in one of the other bedrooms.
"Um, it's because you have!" he answered with his usual sarcasm.
I giggled in realization.
Indeed, he was right.
How many times had we driven such a long distance to a new home with Hubby taking the lead in his small sedan? But this time, the road was familiar and comforting, bringing us back to a home we knew well once before. What a rarity! And I welcomed it with open arms.
Because moving is hard enough, isn't it? The unpacking, the inventory, the redecorating, the negotiating of space...the adjustment of the children, the friend-dating, the reestablishing of one's identity...all of this is so much easier when you are familiar with your physical location.
And what a beautiful area it is. Hello four seasons, the rich colors of fall, and the crisp winter. Hallelujah for the tree-lined streets, and the birds that invade our backyard. And thank goodness for the sidewalks that encourage folks to walk and enjoy the weather and the outdoors.
Bring it, Virginia! We're so glad to be back home!