nesting
Lisa Toboz
Moving into a new home happens in layers.
First you find the place, set your heart on it. Your mind is alive with ideas, plans for where you’ll put the couch, what colour will the new curtains be. Will you need curtains at all. When you’ll be able to rip out the old, kitchen, the old shower, make things over again. Make it a home.
Then there’s the legal layer – however that process goes, there will be a certain amount of stress. Will the surveys check out, when will financial checks be over. When will the mortgage come through. Will it all fall through over a legal issue you can’t control.
There is the layer when that all works out. You haven’t got your home yet, but you know you will. You start packing, preparing to leave, silently saying goodbye to the old neighbourhood as you purchase your last coffee, last loaf of artisan bread, and wonder what places you will discover just around the corner from your new home.
The next layer, you have the keys in your hand and open the front door. And as you look around at the echoey, empty space, there is a quiet place inside of you, a sense of arrival.
And then in the next layer, you move your stuff in. You might only have a statue of Mary and a painting that you prop up against a wall. An umbrella and a rug by the door. That’s all it takes.
You are nesting – you are not making a building but you are building a home.
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