Today is officially one year since we moved into what I’ve dubbed the Pond House. As an Enneagram 7, I love change. So while moving was definitely sad, there was a large part of me that was ready for change, excited for new places to explore, new people to meet and of course a new home for projects and decorating.
I’ve mentioned this before, it’s been tough for me to love this house. Which sounds awful and ungrateful, honestly. I’ve been on realtor.com more than I should. Sometimes I dream about moving to Florida or Tennessee, this past winter was rough with my Seasonal Depression. Seeing photos of our last home in my Timehop makes me sad. I legit miss our last house ALOT. So do my kids.
After processing through my feelings, I realized part of my nostalgia is for “normal.” We haven’t been able to do “normal life” as much in this house yet. We miss hosting people. Back deck hangouts. Parties. Using our home, filling it not with things but with laughter, music, kids running around, food being consumed and memories being made.
Thankfully we’ve been able to do that a little here and there. But it takes time to develop community and relationships, to connect and be connected.
Another thing I’ve realized about myself is that I don’t fully just live in my home. I always live like we’re going to be selling it tomorrow. My projects involve thinking about resale. In my mind, it’s always that there is a next house so don’t get to comfy. That we lasted nine years in our last house is actually pretty impressive.
While walking back from a friend’s house the other morning, I was snapchatting my friend. When I came up to my house, this ray of sunshine was beaming down on my home, literally where the street numbers are on my garage. It felt like the Lord was saying, here is where I have you, at this address. Settle in for as long as I have you here. Plant trees, take root.
And so we went to the nursery and found a tree. Then we dug in, the ground was hard and it took time. But we planted a tree. And so I will dig in, knowing the ground might be hard and it’s going to take time. But I planted myself.
And my heart felt peace, joy and gratitude. Today it’s no longer the Pond House, it’s the Pond Home. I’m settling in and why yes, I think I will stay awhile.