#reverb14 is the opportunity for us to reflect and project throughout 2014. Each month, Meredith, Sarah and I will be posting on a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.
Transition: Transition of seasons; from single to couple; from couple to parents; from one to many. It’s that time of year when the high summer sun starts to sink and we all start to long for long sleeves. How is your life changing. How are YOU changing?
The light has changed again. I noticed it last week. Just yesterday, I looked out the window and noticed that the leaves on our flowering tree have started to turn yellow. There is no turning back now.
The end of the summer has always been my favorite. August is The Birthday Month for Billy and I. The corn is in and the tomatoes are ripe on the vine. It is family vacation time. It is the start of the football season It is back to school. It is the nearing of the High Holidays.
Life has changed immensely in the past year. What I cannot pinpoint is exactly how, because it has been dozens of tiny shifts that have pushed me off of the plane I called home and onto the new. Out of the nest and into the air.
The metamorphosis is over. The chrysalis is hanging from a branch, empty. If we know nothing else, it is that there is no turning back now.
While everything else continues to shift, life stands still in suburbia. I never thought I would declare the M Family House a sanctuary of sorts, but it has become a quiet place amidst the chaos.
Our house is a home, yes. But more often than not, we treat it like base camp, readying ourselves for our next expedition. The reality is that this roof and four walls are my own personal Everest. They are the adventure.
Would it be enough to say that I want to enjoy the things that we are surrounded by and inhabit the space that others refer to as “normal?” I want so badly to learn how to craft. To have nights in. To create a routine around this place instead of fitting this place into a routine. All of these things seem so simple and yet, being at home is old and new all at once.
We are at the finish line and the start once more. At last, we get to start fresh.