We have been living in this house for nearly a year now- slowly finding our way with the house and with each other.
In moving to this house my little family of three became a much bigger family of 7- 6 of whom live here more or less full time. We did not really know each other when we moved in together- and the better part of the last year has been spent just simply hanging out, talking, laughing, and learning. Blending families takes an enormous amount of time- and over time we are getting used to each other's ways and routines. Who likes what food, what times do we each like to do laundry, what kinds of movies do we like to watch, how do we respond when- as happened two days ago- the world suddenly changed from the long cold winter to a warm and vibrant spring. We hear each other's stories, learn about each other's histories, and find ways to support each other during hard moments. It has been as emotionally important a process as any other family-making process I could imagine- and as important to my sense of home.
We are also in this process with the house itself. Getting to know the space, how the light changes during different seasons, which rooms we gravitate towards. We did an enormous amount of work to the house before we moved in- taking down walls, polishing and re-finishing concrete and wood floors- and for the first few months we lived without a kitchen in the main house as we slowly renovated what is now the heart of our home. After the big push to get the house ready to hold our new family, Dean and I took a much needed break from renovation. We needed to just simply live here, learning about the space and each other- before we could move forward. Recently it has felt like time to move forward again- and we have been choosing paint colors for those surfaces that had not been touched.
It feels like home.