Finally Home

Tonight I might finish a post. I might not, we'll see. And there probably won't be any photos which is sure to make some of my family very unhappy because many a request has come my way to see our new house, not pictures of us in the house mind you, which should actually make it a whole lot easier because we seem to be running off in so many different directions, but just the house. However, as so many other nights over the past several weeks, I am just too tired. Don't worry, I'm not pregnant. Whew! Just tired. It could have to do with the fact that I finally spent an entire week in Idaho Falls without driving down to Salt Lake at least once and because I spent this whole week here I was determined that I was finally going to move in which means that I didn't just rid my home of boxes sitting in the middle of the floor but rather I moved them to closets. And then I hung up pictures and painting and wall hangings and all of a sudden it feels like my house.

So I had these great intentions of writing a poem about what "home" really means and truly it might have been great. It was there, in my mind, while I was scrubbing and scouring and polishing our old house for the last time after it was emptied of all the things that made it ours but my pencils and paper were all packed and moved away and it didn't feel like my house anymore, except when I looked around and remembered the first time William and I saw it and knew it was the place for us and the first time the kids ran around the empty house on that awful teal carpet and then all the things that had happened there over the past few years and I knew that house was no longer my home but I would always carry with me those things, those memories, that would help make my new house our home. So I've found meaning in home but expressing it in some kind of wonderful, meaningful poem just hasn't found an outlet in me. I think I'm only meant for trite, flippant poetry. So in light of that I offer this:

Home is great
Home is good
Home is made of more than wood
It's happy laughs and lots of love
And kids who scream and push and shove

Like I said, trite. But really we are making this our home and its beginning to feel comfortable and nice and like it ours. Which is also kind of nice considering the limbo we found ourselves in for so many months. Our trips to Salt Lake have been a little tough on Mitchell transitioning to our new home, but I think he is finally starting to feel normal and happy and even content at times in our new digs. And now when we drive to Salt Lake it doesn't feel like our town anymore. Which seems a little strange since Mitchell and Luke and I have spent so much time in Salt Lake lately and we weren't doing anything fun, just taking care of business so to speak so that should seem normal. But really when I think about our trips we did have some fun seeing how fast we could make the trip and we did have our excellent visit to the Dinosaur Park and I do have pictures from that excursion and Mitchell really wants those posted so we'll put those up really soon. But the good news from our Salt Lake visits is that even though Mitchell had a couple of unpleasant tests he's OK and he's being treated and we shouldn't have to worry on the same level anymore. But I still worry, because I'm a mother and now I'm settled so I actually have time to research and think and read and wonder and worry. But I can do that in my own house so that's comforting and now this adds to memories we're forming here, making this our home. And even though I don't have pictures to post tonight, I am sitting on my sofa hanging out with the man I love so much, looking around at the things we have accumulated over the years and thinking of the memories I carry with me that help me settle in to my new place, but a place that makes me feel right at home.