I’ve spent another afternoon
crossing thresholds
opening doors
picturing my furniture
in unfamiliar rooms
homes don’t change hands
without groaning
even breaking
I could hear the hurt
when I stood still
some houses hide their scars
under fresh paint
refinished floors
others are open wounds
crying for attention
I hope they understand
I’m a hunter
who is hungry
to find the right house
and come home
Peace,
Milton
Milton – I have been reading of your move and job switch with compassion. Uprooting, even when Ginger is your home, is so difficult. I pray that you will both be led to the house that has been waiting for you, the house whose embrace you feel as you walk through.
Anj
Yes, a new home. Do the two of you spend much time thinking about what neighborhood you want to claim, or is it more looking for the right kind of house?
We spend most of the time thinking about neighborhoods — and Durham has some great ones.
Peace,
Milton