I’ve always loved moving. I believe I am transient by nature and come from a long line of the same. (As a genealogist by hobby, I eagerly await each census publication from the past so that I can see where my ancestors have moved.) When I was a kid, we moved at least a dozen times and though I was determined to provide a “stable” home for my children, we ended up moving as a family six times. My husband and I have moved twice in the three years since our youngest left for college. (I think my kids have the bug as well — between the two of them, there have been nine moves in the past six years.)
But I LOVE creating a home. I’m often unpacked on day 1 complete with my art wall installed (all of my art is personal from family and friends). When we moved to Japan, the only thing we shipped was the essentials — clothes, computers, and art.
I’ve learned over the years that my home needs to be my sanctuary. It needs to embrace me at the end of the day; welcome me when I return from my travels; comfort me when I’m overloaded mentally or physically; inspire me when I’m feeling lost; and reflect my values and aspirations to the people I invite to come inside.
When I first embarked on this year of adventure, I struggled with the tension between being on an adventure and craving the sanctuary of home. I loved finding Tsh Oxenreider’s book, At Home in the World, and reading that she shared the same tension and learned to embrace duality.
In this year of adventure, I’ve learned:
- that my home remains essential
- that I can create a home anywhere in the world
- that I can crave adventure and home at the same time