“The only thing constant in life is change.” ~François de la Rochefoucauld
As we get ready to move, I can’t help but remember. There are so many memories a place can hold- some joyous, some hard. Sometimes I wonder if a house really does exchange energy with its inhabitants. Maybe that’s too far out there, but I can’t help but feel the peace of our current home, buffered by woods and the sounds of the creatures who share its perimeters.
I will miss this place dearly. It was my first home with S, the place where after years of frequent moving I was finally able to rest, to buy plants and put up real art again. It was lying in our bed, listening to the constant pattering of the rain during my first September in Juneau that I remembered what home felt like.
After nearly five years in our “cabin by the woods”, our landlords retired and decided to sell their house (and our guest house along with it). So we’re moving to a mother-in-law suite of a house in a quiet residential part of downtown Juneau. It’s a bit smaller than our current place, but very nice, new and clean. One of the best things is that I’ll be able to walk to work- something I’ve dreamed about for years now. From our new bedroom window we’ll be able to see the Gastineau Channel.
Still, as we prepare for the move, it’s hard not to compare one place to the other. Every time the part of me that resists change whines (sometimes not so quietly) “But it won’t be the same!” I have to remember the other part of me that quietly, but firmly, says, “Because it’s not supposed to be.”
Given our peripatetic natures and penchant for travel, I’m sure this won’t be the only move we make. But for now, it’s our next adventure.
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