“Home, let me come home
Home is wherever I’m with you.”
-Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
We’re moving. As I post this. We’re making the insane leap of moving from our giant house with the giant yard & the “four-van driveway,” into a tiny two bedroom/one bathroom apartment with a tiny patio & one parking spot. We’re doing a sort of backwards migration, from living a life of lots of things with lots of space, to having minimal things in a minimal space… to hopefully one day having almost no things with more space than we can imagine, on the open road. That’s the dream we have anyway… to one day not feel weighted down with all the material things in life, and live with only the notion that all we need are the things we see & the things we learn along the way, and the company of our nearest & dearest.
So, we start to gaze into the sky, with hopes of one day taking flight.
But. This house. This house we’ve called home for so long, the house that has kept us rooted… is so very hard to leave behind. Michael said to me this morning, with an abnormal sense of longing, “This place just feels like home.” This is the first house that we chose together, a house filled with lots of good junk & walls & floors filled with art, the house where we had countless late nights together & apart & with company, and had so many friends live in with us or just pass through for a visit with us… the house where we gained dozens of new friends but lost two of our so dearly beloved best friends—Chloe & then Ella—and the house where we learned so much about ourselves & about each other. It’s not easy to leave so many years behind, so many memories. It’s not easy to decide to leave behind the comfort & space that this house has given us, and choose to live a life of uncertainty & whimsy.
I took these photos to remember our soon to be “old” house (akin to when I waxed nostalgia before moving out of our last house three years ago… see post here) because I didn’t want to forget this place & all that we put into it, and I wanted to take the time to be thankful for it before the stress & chaos of the move started to take over our lives. But even as I took these photos & then when I received them back from the lab, I realized that there was only one photo in the whole lot that was of something I couldn’t live without… the photo with Madeline in it. The rest is all just stuff. Stuff that doesn’t define me. My family defines me, my family is where my home is, and as long as I have them, then it doesn’t matter where I live or what my dreams are.
So then I realized that in addition to all the photos I took of our house, I needed to include a photo of us, in this house, and chose this one taken by our dear friend Jenny (see the rest of the photos here). A photo of us on a couch that could easily be a couch almost anywhere; whether it be in a mansion, in a shack, in a field or under a bridge for all I care… as long as it was a couch filled with the ones I love. Michael & Madeline.
Home. Home is wherever I’m with you.