So, to make a long story very short, I just finished moving back in to my house.
First, I moved out of the house. You should see the process involved in moving out. In fact, you’re going to see it even if you don’t want to because the pictures are already on your screen.
Now that the pictures are off of the walls, I can start packing stuff.
GAH! Now it’s a mess.
There we go, most everything is out.
But now that I moved out, I moved back in. (This process happened twice for a number of reasons.)
I got the last of my worldly posessions out of my storage unit and in to my house. They are still in boxes, taken apart, and sitting all over the place, but they are at least sitting inside my house.
There is a funny thing about houses and homes but I’ll get in to that in a minute. For now, I am wanting to point out that my stuff is in the house.
I put my table and chairs back up in the kitchen. I got the dressers back in to the bedrooms. My clothes are in drawers instead of a seabag. I am slowly moving back in.
As soon as my medical stuff is taken care of I still plan on having the movers take my crap out of here and I’ll move on to the ship. But for now, I’m back in the house.
The house. That is an interesting statement.
I have lived in this house for a little over two years. Up till about July of this year, this was my home. But now, it’s just a house.
I remember right after I got married I was excited about having a home of my own. My wife and I had a little two bedroom apartment in Reedsport Oregon. It was a small place but it was home. We only had a 13 inch TV, a mattress on the floor, and a glider rocker that my lovely wife sat in while she was pregnant. This simple apartment was Home. We moved around with the Coast Guard and in each place we went to, that was home. Just like those previous houses, this one in Michigan was home.
After a series of events took place, the family moved out and I was left here alone. Suddenly, within a matter of moments, this home became a house.
The laughter of my children, the thudding of feet down a hallway, the constant mess of chips, soda cans, and papers from school… all of it was gone.
This home is now a house.
And I just finished moving back in.
I guess I have some boxes to go unpack.