Saturday, February 13, 2010

Homeless by choice

Being homeless by choice is a weird state. We lived in the same place for the last 15 years and always during that time felt like we would live there till retirement or longer. We built the house from our own drawings and spent years working on it as a family. Then we decided we were ready to give it all up for another dearm.

We wondered how long it would take to feel displaced. How long would it take to feel like we just want our own space, our own stuff, our own house. We were not sure how long it might take to feel sad about what we gave up, if we would feel disconnected.

Turns out, not so much. I like not being tied to a particular place and being open to the possibilities it gives us. I am very much o.k. with packing up all our personal belongings and planting them somewhere else. We have been asked so often lately what we are doing next or when we will build our house and we very easily reply, ”we don’t know yet, we have no definite plans.”

We have learned to call the place we are in the moment “home”. We have embraced the closeness we have found in being together. We have learned that home is where we are.

It’s funny how one might think that they could never sell their biggest possession, pack their belongings and live in the moment. I never would have thought it was so possible or so much fun…

1 comment:

Candice said...

Now that's an idea to wrap your head around! You guys are a great example of not being attached to "stuff".