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Home, for us, is a dynamic variable. Its current state would seem to be “California”.
As such, there are friends and family and sun back in our lives now, all of which we’d missed.
Yet the move is still bittersweet for Az and me. Maybe it’s because Emelyn had suddenly taken to saying “home” in the weeks before we’d left; she’d proudly announce it every time we pushed her buggy through the front door. First words have meaning behind them; it somehow feels unjust that she won’t really remember Cambridge.
Emmie doesn’t say “home” for our new pad, yet. Nor do Az and I, when we talk with one another — I’ve noticed it’s still just “the apartment”. But what Emmie does say is “Emmie’s room”, and she says it with happiness and authority in her voice. That’s because she’s got a proper little nursery, now, with a small table and a rocking chair, and a place for all her books. She can freely wander from the living room back to her room to do, well, whatever she wants. And she certainly does.
So it’s a new beginning, once again; yet another foundation of flat-pack furniture and emptied suitcases for our little triumvirate to build a routine upon. Things feel palpably impermanent, at the moment, but maybe that’s a positive thing: I’m thinking this is a good time to just live in the present for a bit. And a good time to walk down our block to where the sidewalk ends, where we can go see the ocean and the evening sky, and still be home for bedtime stories.
posted by Jason 5:04 AM
