Saturday, November 07, 2009
We arrived last night to our house on Deep Run. I brought my laptop and my knitting with the intent of watching a movie and knitting. The house was COLD. It looked cold, empty, void of anything personal and the heat was not on. I was grouchy as my sun room was finally finished, after I moved out. Why do we wait until someone else is going to take ownership to finish things? So we went to bed, sleeping on opposite ends of the L shaped sofa, the only piece of furniture left, talking. Sort of like when we moved in to this house, moving everything we owned into the basement, all 4 of us sharing the king size mattress that was crammed in between our belongings, for weeks as we gutted the main floor. I have no real feeling of sadness or remorse about this place on Deep Run as it is not my house anymore. It bears none of my marks, except for the pins I found in the carpet in the basement. The house in Dagsboro is home now, with the clumps of dog fur on the hard wood floors, the potpourri scent of Santa Maria Novella in the living room, the basket of knitting by the chair, the dog leashes in the bowl by the front door, the sound of the tv coming from Audrey's room, the glow of the computer set up off our bedroom, the many visits from family and friends. These are just a few of the things that are making our new house our home.