




House hunting that is ~
We spent a good chunck of yesterday looking at houses - seven of them to be exact...
All of those possibilities! Post and beam kitchens, colonial type kitchens with an overabundance of old fashioned and super cool drawers, broom closets and built ins. Multiple bathrooms (oh yeah baby) - imagine not hearing the words "Huurrryyyy!!" every morning?
Separate bedrooms, full garages, dining rooms, livings rooms, family rooms and the topper (hear the choir singing?....) ...studio space! It's all enough to make a girl just plain giddy over here.
But, it doesn't. Am I crazy? Possibilities of space, expression, falling in love with a home again...it all made me, well...a little sad frankly. We only have 800 square feet here but, I swear, each of these little feet were calling to me yesterday. Every comparison brought a thoughtful, "Well...".
Thoughts from the eight and under gang? After the initial excitement of immediately divvying up who would get what room (note: in older houses, much of the wallpaper is floral so your 8 year old boy may feel he's getting the short end of the stick here ;) they would look out the windows and soon head outside.
After each house, my eight year old said, "But there is no forest....I can't live without the forest." (yes, he actually said this...) with little murmers of agreement from his sisters.
I felt that way too...
While standing outside in those yards or on the porches, in many cases, instead of the birds I heard cars zooming by. Some of the places had rigidly defined yards, something my guys just don't get at all apparently. These children who have never been fenced in; for them, boundaries are defined by tree lines and how far away they can get and still see their home.
At one of these houses, they all ran out into the fenced in yard. Our 4 year old zoomed right out of the gate toward the open space of trees and grass...we tried calling her back... she just stood and stared at us. Then I realized...for her this fenced in play area was something to exit in order to get to the *real* play area. Like a room to pass through before heading outside. She didn't see this fenced in, rigidly defined space as being outside...the look on her face...a bit of confusion. While she was staring into my eyes, I saw in hers a clarity. In those seconds all of the cool built ins, multiple bedrooms and even the possibility of a second bathroom seemed so....trivial. They are happy here in the hollow. They are thriving. They are connected and surrounded by beauty...
I'm not sure what this means for house hunting but, I have my priorities straight again. It was so easy to get sidetracked by all the space and just plain cool architecture and layouts of those places. As much as I *knew* the natural surroundings were paramount...I still got swept away in an image that I realized was not my own making. Its foundations were laid in my mind by movies, books and a sometimes overactive imagination ;) The promise of what I imagined overshadowed the beauty of what is. That somehow the purchase of this thing - albeit the Ameican Dream- would somehow transform our lives into perfection.
Yet, perfection is here - its now. In these fleeting moments of elevated voices shouting "Huuurrryyy", of small bodies huddled together in wee hours, toys strewn across the floor, eating, book reading, playing and reflection all combining in these 800 square feet to make this unique song of our family. A melody that will never be repeated....I'm fearful to let that go. To step into an unknown that doesn't promise this will hold. That with a little storm we may scatter like fall leaves outside our door...
Yet, with hope, a hunting we will go...