Today I moved into a new house marking the end of a full summer long move, and while I’m too jumbled to offer you a full post or even any post before eleven o’clock at night, Pacific Time, I’ll still give you a bit of that mess in a first draft poem. This day is too sweet, too sweaty and too dense with work and joy to not record at least a few lines.

Home Again.

Tomorrow and the next day and the weeks ahead

I will open box after box and again,

tunneling through our past, unwrapping:

my grandmother’s plates,

pictures of my once pink, rubberband-wristed babies,

and so, so many books I’ve read or meant to.


How do you know you’re home?


  1. Kathryn

    August 13, 2014

    I moved at the beginning of the summer and my garage is full of all those books meant to read someday. Best of luck unpacking.

  2. Catherine A.

    August 13, 2014

    My books. They mean home to me. So happy you’ve found your place. Wishing you all the best as you unpack and integrate. Love to you!

  3. Kellie aka Selwyn

    August 13, 2014

    It turns from house to home as soon as my bookshelf is unpacked with all my paper friends.

  4. Amira

    August 14, 2014

    My family makes any place home, even for a few weeks (like right now while we’re spending three weeks in Mexico City). I carry my books digitally everywhere and my cast iron pan goes in my suitcase so I can always cook something. The apartment, hotel, or house I’m in feels like home almost immediately.

    I have to focus on making what’s outside my house feel like home. That happens when I’ve figured out how to grocery shop where I live. When I know where the park is and where I can find some good street food. When I’m in the middle of learning about the history and culture of the new place. When I can get to and from church by myself. When I can use public transportation without a hitch. When we manage day trips without getting too lost or stuck in traffic. The best thing is when I find a kindred spirit in the new place too, but that’s rare, so it’s not a requirement. 🙂

  5. Lisa

    August 15, 2014

    Yes, Amira, as a lifelong vagabond, that is my experience, too. I am most at home in the temple. I know I’m home when I feel God with me.

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