October 14, 2013

EMPTY SHELLS

 After a busy weekend of packing and moving, we are in a new house, and for the first time ever, its completely ours. I walked out of our old house yesterday, after everything had been packed up and moved out. I wandered past different rooms, with the memories of moments shared, and the arrangement of furniture all fresh in my mind. This afternoon we hand in the keys to that house, and I won't be allowed to enter those doors, uninvited again. It really bewilders me the way houses are these shells of our memories and exisitence. I've moved house enough times to be familiar with the process, but it really caught me off guard yesterday as I thought about the way a building becomes a place where we forge and fashion our lives, and yet it becomes almost void when the people are gone, and no possessions remain. And we're ready to let go of it so easily. We've moved into our new house with so much excitement, setting up the rooms, filling them with our belongings, and as simply as that, we live here now.

These are roses cut from my new garden.

1 comment:

  1. Very interesting observation, miss Liz. I often think about my childhood home (it has been converted into a school now!) and assume it would be fine for me to just show up any day of the week and walk around as if I still lived there. 'The new owners would understand,' I think to myself. 'It was my house for so many years. Surely I still have some sort of ownership?'
    Meanwhile, congratulations on your new home purchase - so exciting!

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