So, we all know that my aunt, Just Frances, was born a homeless transient. Well, we’ve also known for some time that I ‘want to be just like her’. I want to go to Scotland, live in small towns, etc. Well, I am close to ‘just like her’ at this current moment in time (and space)—Because of the status of our move from our little Redneckville to Tree Hole, I am a semi-homeless transient.
I don’t know where my home is anymore. I’ve never had an actual, full-on, dictionary example of a home. I lived in an old house until I was four or five, then an apartment for about 2 to 4 more years, another apartment for 7 or 8 years, and finally a rental old house for 2 years. Now, I’ve been in the Judge’s house for a couple of months to stay somewhere as I move stuff over to our new apartment every weekend.
So, where do I say my ‘home’ is? I’ve always just called where I lived my home, not that it ever truly was. Now, I’m totally confused. And, due to my recent addiction to ‘Doctor Who’, I am not confused easily(I’ve learned how to follow paradoxes effectively within the past few months.). So, this is my new mission to life-
Now a note from That Cook Girl (Flik’s Mom)
“Home”, for me, is what you make it. Flik sent me her guest post late last week. And I waited to post it because I wanted to find the right words to add my thoughts on “home” and let her (and my son also) know that I am always home when I am with them… The right words never came. And today, I stopped by our new apartment and checked the mail before heading off for a lunch meeting. In our new mailbox was a card from Scotland. It made me smile carrying that card with me all day, knowing how much joy it would bring my kids when we sat together to open it. (Yes, I actually waited until we were all together… it was, afterall, addressed to the whole family.) What I read inside that card brought a tear to my eye, because my sister could not have known of Flik’s upcoming blog post when she mailed it to us, and yet, the words were perfect.
“It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.” -author unknown
Welcome home!!I hope that your hearts find much joy in [Tree Hole]!! I love you all!! <3 Frances xxx