A while back, not long after we moved here, I took a walk that went past our old house. It was quite a shock – one of my beautiful jacaranda trees had been chopped down, and there was a huge fence all around the perimeter of our previously open front yard. I didn’t walk that way again.
The other day, I was on another walk. The weather was worsening, so I decided to take the short cut home – which went past the old place. This time I made myself stop and look. It wasn’t too bad… the new owners are obviously able to make better use of the space than we could at the time we were there, and it looks loved. I looked a bit longer, and then realised that they’d kept the “Welcome” hanging I left on the door. And that made it better.
I belong here now..
it’s messy..
..but comfortable.
I have my “stuff”
I’ve made a place, with my lovely and loving family around me..
This is here – the past is past.
This is home.
1000 Fields of Roses 