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It has been 8 weeks since we moved into our new digs. It has been 2 months of a seriously rich summer. We've had hours of time to process our experience and what lessons we can honestly carry away with us. Our hearts have grown in spite of what we own. As it turns out, I am ambivalent about housing prices as I read The Union this morning.
My friend Petra gave me this little house with a family in it. Again, the lesson washed over me. Just the idea that a friend could pass a small piece of pained wood to me, and know me so fully, made me feel home. It made her real estate in my heart go up just about 13%.
Hey Tyson,
ReplyDeleteWe missed you this weekend! I was encouraged to read your blog (in its entirety) at the Mammoth Pools camp out by Andrea. I have been going through a very similar process, and it was heartening to read your words and have them resonate. The banking/morgage industry has taught our generation a very dangerous lesson about personal finances... but I like to think I have walked away with a far more valuable lesson to not "cling" to the physical objects themselves, and recognize that "home" is the people we love, and not the building itself.
Keep writing!
your cousin,
Kathleen