This is Peanut Butter Brickle. I am still learning, even at my age. I am learning that feeling your feelings is quite ok. And voicing your feelings and what you want is ok too.
This past week we have been staying at someone else’s house.
We don’t know them. We only know that we are paying to sleep and eat and relax in their house.
It’s not our house. It’s an odd feeling to feel the feeling you get when you’re home. Because we have been moving so much for so many years.
And I really want to have a home of my own now. That doesn’t move. And that’s ok.
A place where we can do the things we like. And relax. And cook. And clean. And all that wonderful stuff.
Trying something on for size can be fun.
Being in a home, even though it is someone else’s, feels like it fits.
I know we still have a few months before we get everything done to get on the boat headed to our little house.
The most important thing to do is to get my mouth healed and the lump monster gone completely.
But it is fun right now to imagine a home of my own. A place where I won’t have to move from. A place that is brand new, yet familiar. A place that has been really hard to get to in so many ways. But that must mean it’s worth it.
We will be moving all around to different houses until then. Different experiences.
And it’s going to be an adventure all it’s own. Maybe I’m just in training right now on having a house!
This may not be my house today. But I do have one waiting in that Italy place. And I can’t wait to meet it.
–Peanut Butter Brickle