…have seen a lot of changes.
First, there was the move from Boston. While the fact that I would be leaving that city didn’t make me cheerful, the part about our journey to our new home made me a jolly bird. Given my paranoia of flying, given our love for traveling by trains and given that neither of us had been long distance by train in this country, it was decided that that was the way to go. With that taken care of, my excitement saw no bounds… every time I pictured my upcoming journey I couldn’t help but jump with joy. And that is how I bid goodbye to Boston – with my arms waving goodbye as the train departed, with my ears trying hard to listen to the music of the city for one last time, with my eyes glued to the window as I looked out at the fading skyline – all the while smiling, trying to calm the racing heart that was looking forward to the new adventure.
Arriving at the destination and beginning this new phase of life meant another big change – I (and the partner) would no longer be living with roommates, as I did in Boston. We would no longer be in the long distance relationship. We were going to live together. That was the point of the big move, by the way; that we would no longer need to wait for a weekend or two every month to meet. While the last year did bring us closer in terms of geography, we have been doing the long distance thing for the most part of our relationship – he had to relocate within a month or two after we’d met, way back when, and he’s been living here and there ever since. So, even though I’ve never had many major complaints about my living situation in Boston (I’ve had some great roommates!), my eagerness to move-in with the partner masked any sadness I felt about the fact it meant “end of an era.” How does the new living situation feel; do you like it?, my sister asked me sometime last week. My response? – that it feels normal, natural; no over the top expectations, no disappointments. All things considered – the laughs, the little things we do to annoy each other, the joy in making a home of our own, one piece at a time – it’s all been great so far and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
Speaking of home – when we first moved in, we noticed that the driveway light stayed on all the time. In the beginning, we assumed there might be a sensor somewhere that controls it, but that wasn’t the case. So then, we tried every switch by that area with no fruitful result. It drove us crazy to have that bright light on day and night. After a week or so of trying and then resorting to contact the previous resident to assist, we caught a break. I don’t remember now how or what we did, but one fine day, while the partner was out doing something I kept turning on/off every switch in the house I could find, we figured that the switch that controls the driveway light was back in the kitchen. Kitchen! Who would’ve thought! What a relief it was, though, to have found it.
Home, oh yes, home. I like the calm ring it has to it, the word home. And it’s the one place I am absolutely in love with. I am not sure if I am becoming lazier by the day, but I can’t wait to get back every evening. Back in Boston, it was mostly the other way around…I would roam around a bit before it was time to head back, but here I keep peering at the clock every now and then to see if it’s time to leave yet. Granted, I haven’t really explored the area, so it’s one of the very few places I know around here, at present; still, I’ll just smile and enjoy it while it lasts. For now, I like this new-found sentiment and this is what I associate with the word home – a warm and welcoming place that has given me an opportunity to begin a new chapter of my romance with life. And, for that and more, I’ll always be in love with it, my home!