Time flies when you’re having fun, and this week back in Toronto has completely flown by. I enjoyed my time in Edmonton greatly, but it’s so good to be back home. I’ve been thinking a lot about “Home” and what that means lately, maybe because I was working on writing wedding vows, maybe because at some point I’ve put roots in Toronto, and maybe, it’s because, after a few months of searching, JC and I found a house and fell in love with it.
I’ve always felt very transient. Couchsurfing and hostels and vagabonding around the world seemed like the ideal way to exist, working from “home” or rather “wherever I had my laptop” allowed me to do this for a few years, but then… here I am. With a desktop computer & a netbook. It’s almost symbolic of my inner thoughts, I’ve got something static, and also something for running around with (and for some increased symbolism… I’ve started to use my desktop computer more.)
Recently though, maybe since getting a little older, and finding a nice human to spend time with, I’ve been feeling okay with staying put for long stretches of time. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is here.
JC and I found a house in a neighbourhood we love, on a quiet street, close to a giant park, and a giant lake. But now we wait. We wait to sell the place we live now, we wait to move into the new place, and I hope to put down some really solid roots in the ground. Maybe even paint the walls. Maybe plant a tree.
So ultimately the thing I love this week especially is that I want to stay in one place. My former self would shake her head at this admission, but I don’t mind. She had her fun.