So today was a different day..
Instead of jumping up as soon as it was daylight me and the mister stayed in bed and doozed and snuggled and listened to the rainy wet street noise. i watched out the window at the little birds groom the buds and sing [really annoying] little sing songs at one another.
I laid there and felt the little pea squirm around in my belly for about an hour before I realized that I feel like I am home.
I havnt felt like the place I have lived (as in my local address) has been somewhere I can walk into after work, or a trip away, throw my purse down, slip off my shoes and feel that sense of home since I lived in Nanaimo. that same sense you have when you are 5 and you live in a house with your parent(s), and your grandparents [live there too or come to visit at least]. where you know every little nook and crevace because you're 5 and you have all the time in the world to explore, and in truth thats the only thing that interests you.
where when you move out of that place you end up missing the ugly shag carpetting or the stained countertops and the lazy susan that never spun properly.. all good reasons your parent(s) saw for moving, but these things made you feel right with the world.
Now, the apartment (or condo rather) I am living in now, does have a lazy susan. but it works perfectly. it doesnt have shag carpetting and the counter tops are pretty new.. but it has all these other quirks. and them combined with the fact that the man I love is here, and the smell of the sea and the puddles on the balcony.. they all make me feel like i am right where i belong.
when it rains, it sounds like rain falling on a tent in our bedroom. its loud and speratic and messy. and wonderful.
when its sunny, the rays shove themselves through the shutters in the living room and spill in clean bright yellow lines along the floor that make me want to stretch out in them and soak in their warmth.
when its grey and cloudy, everything gets quiet, and the day seems to go on forever. and our couch is perfect for curling up on and reading.
I love being Home.
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I read this to your Gramma and it made her feel soo good. It was a lovely little slice into your life. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteYou and I are very alike. Couches are always for curling up and reading. When I think about couches, I think about sunny windows and warm rays of light and an entrancing book. Some people think about dark dens with tv sets. That bothers me.
ReplyDeletemmm that bothers me too.
ReplyDeletewhen i think of couches i actually think of overstuffed chairs.. and yes exactly, by a window in a cozy corner with sunlight spilling in.. theres no tv in sight, but maybe a pretty garden outside or so much rain you cant see outside clearly.
and there are always kitties.