Was in Vancouver today dropping Carly off at her other, less important friend's place, and on my way out I dropped by our Kits house. It's been empty for December, although it looks likely we'll have a renter for January.
We had the floors refinished last week, and after I stopped wanting to make sweet, sweet love to them because of how freaking beautiful they look now, I sat in the middle of the empty living room with Corbin and just... stopped.
It feels like I've been going full speed for quite a while now. Christmas was lovely, but busy, with a one year old to wrangle in a non-baby proofed house. Carly's visit has rocked and we've spent many an hour watching Buffy or SATC, but it's not "quiet time", nor would I want it to be. The weeks leading up to Christmas were busy and full, with barely a moment to call my own.
And when I took that time in Kits today, and felt that grounding that I always feel there, it was nice. More than nice, I didn't feel that mixed emotion I usually feel there, the happiness at being there tinged with the sadness that I don't get to stay. I just enjoyed the moment, and let the house wrap itself around me.
I lingered longer than I needed to and puttered a little. Threw old newspapers into recycling, replaced the registers which had been pulled out for the floor refinishing, threw out an old coffee cup. When I locked the door, I didn't feel like I was being locked out, for once... just that I'd be back again.
I think today I felt certain for the first time that I will get to live there again one day. I don't know when or how, but for once it seems like an inevitability, rather than a slim chance.
We had the floors refinished last week, and after I stopped wanting to make sweet, sweet love to them because of how freaking beautiful they look now, I sat in the middle of the empty living room with Corbin and just... stopped.
It feels like I've been going full speed for quite a while now. Christmas was lovely, but busy, with a one year old to wrangle in a non-baby proofed house. Carly's visit has rocked and we've spent many an hour watching Buffy or SATC, but it's not "quiet time", nor would I want it to be. The weeks leading up to Christmas were busy and full, with barely a moment to call my own.
And when I took that time in Kits today, and felt that grounding that I always feel there, it was nice. More than nice, I didn't feel that mixed emotion I usually feel there, the happiness at being there tinged with the sadness that I don't get to stay. I just enjoyed the moment, and let the house wrap itself around me.
I lingered longer than I needed to and puttered a little. Threw old newspapers into recycling, replaced the registers which had been pulled out for the floor refinishing, threw out an old coffee cup. When I locked the door, I didn't feel like I was being locked out, for once... just that I'd be back again.
I think today I felt certain for the first time that I will get to live there again one day. I don't know when or how, but for once it seems like an inevitability, rather than a slim chance.
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