In the middle of nowhere.
I've noticed that I derive some sort of pleasure out of telling people that I live in the middle of nowhere.
But the thing is, I don't live in the middle of nowhere. It seems to be a little bit offensive now.
How dare I refer to my home in such a disrespectful tone? I love this place. It's in the middle of everywhere.
I've never been a homebody in my life. I always thought, when I was a little girl, that the most exciting thing in the world was to stay at a friend's house or a grandparent's house or what have you. Now, at the banana-yellow age of 26, I am a homebody. I want to sleep in my bed, wake up and look at my lake and backyard, with my dog's wet nose on my arm, and my husband sleep-talking next to me. (Yes, I am a walking contradiction that also loves to stay in hotels, and see new places).
Side fun note: sleep-talk dialogue of last night---
Will: I don't think it's fun in there.
Will: Just think about it.
Me: About what?
Will: uuuuuhhhhh (and he rolled over, no doubt his unconscious sensing it was being tricked).
I feel like Freud, trying to decode his dreams sometimes after he narcoleptically falls into deep sleep way before I do.
|These boys are my life, and I just will never get enough. And we all share the remote.|
|What's up, Bubba? I missed you too.|
The best thing about being away from home is coming back home. I love my house. It is the perfect size, with its rooms not decorated and scattered with hand-me-downs. I love its coziness in the back, barrenness in the front. I love the undone yard, confused and sometimes neglected. I love the shimmering lake and half-way done pier. I love all the plans I have for this house. I love the fact that I plan on never leaving this place. That I tell everyone that I want to die in my sleep here in 80 years.
(I don't exactly get the healthiest looks from that declaration, but I speak my truth).
|Love. Will take you. Everywhere.|
I enjoy loving my home, with the imperfections and messiness. It's a blessing to love the walls that shelter you from the elements. (But let's be honest, I've always wanted to live in the woods, but I was not born a 13th century Native American so that's not going to work out).
I also enjoy being a contradiction, because we all know, in a couple of months, I am going to get that bug that wants to see something new. But for now, after being away for a while, knowing that I am leaving again soon, I love this house. Our house. In the middle of everywhere.
(PS: I am aware that homely means unattractive or could mean simple, but cozy...I intend a little of both in this salutation).