I don’t know why I’m doing it. The carpets are done and another area rug we do not own was cleaned today. The thing is, I don’t think it’s because we want to stay, but because I want to leave. As birds nest in the spring, I look forward to another winter here and think we need a two-car garage, and we need our stuff.
We’ve been without our stuff for over a year. Instead of just paying the storage bill online I call every so often and check on our stuff. Our lives are in an air-conditioned box halfway across the country. The ladies there must think I’m nuts!
Jim has furniture carved by his great-grandfather, I have art, and we have amassed some decent furnishings during our life together. We live in someone else’s home with a “package” of furniture that came with a ski lodge. We only brought one photo with us, of our wedding. We don’t have a picture on the wall or anything personal except what I had to buy to make the kitchen fully functional.
Luckily the Civil War-era quilt and Jim’s mother’s quilt are safe at home with her, ready to be picked up at any time.
Finding a slightly larger place with room for two cars is essential. Winters here are brutal and shoveling out every morning is not an option. The other thing is an office. I took over the dining room for a year because of the view. Now I’m on the kitchen counter looking at the pantry and refrigerator. I could be in [insert godforsaken town] for all I know because we’re paying for the view.
Our lives together have been driven by Jim’s work. Normally we choose a place together and know our needs. It bothers me that I’m restless, driven to build a nest for the winter and have a place for our furnishings and storage as well. I’ll keep looking locally and hope we find the right place for us and for family and friends to visit as well. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 