Our house is half packed up. We are preparing for a new adventure.
This old house, with its wide floorboards and high baseboards, is my dream house. It is sociable, comforting, forgiving. It is a house that is used to being a house; it is content with its duty of sheltering people. It has heard secrets, seen sorrow and joy, but it does not tell. It has encompassed many people before us and it will encompass many people after us. I like the thought that this place is not "ours"; it is merely a resting place on the path of our life. Our time here is coming to a close. We have added stories and character to this house's legacy. It is time for us to move on and others to come. I am glad. This place is a people place.