What makes a house a home? (Or an apartment a home, in this case, I suppose.) My daughter is nearing the end of her first year of Unitarian-Universalist religious education, and that has been the focus of the program for her age group: Creating a home.
Note: If there’s ever a good time to move, it’s when your child is immersed in a weekly lesson in creating a home. That was a happy coincidence for us. Each week she would spend her Sunday mornings immersed in the idea that we can be intentional about our homes, that our homes are safe spaces we journey from and return to every day. I realized as I listened to her talk about what home meant to her that moving would be easy if we were intentional about it.
We have spent the last couple of months creating a home in a new apartment in a new neighborhood. There are still items in boxes or in not-quite permanent locations, and there isn’t much on the walls yet. But it’s feeling more and more like home every day.
What has made this place a home for me:
- Finding a nearby Little Free Library to adopt as ours. It’s far enough away to be a mini-adventure and close enough to be convenient. We’ll make regular stops there now that it’s nice outside.
- We met our neighbors. It turns out we are surrounded by six year old girls. My six year old is delighted.
- We adopted a cat and named her Disco.
Last weekend, my daughter and I cuddled in a comfy chair to watch Cosmos, and Disco joined us, purring. That’s home.