Change. It’s been this year’s theme. It seems I write these “endings and beginnings” posts often and each time I do, a little bit of my heart breaks. Change is never easy. I know this. I chase change like a silly dog chases its tail. Round and round, always on the move, never a firm base to stand on long enough to plant seeds. And I admit that I do this on purpose. I think there’s just so much of the world left to see and experience that the idea of sitting still for more than three months makes me feel like everything is passing me by.
But these last 9 weeks in Argentina have been different somehow. There were corner markets, language classes, long walks in the autumn evenings. Movies, music and home cooked meals. Somewhere between the grocery shopping trips and Friday night drinks, I stopped being a vagabond and found a feeling of home here. I found a place to truly rest my wings for a while.
We bought flowers on the street corner, tended to a little basil plant in the kitchen, stocked the shelves with our own books. And wow, it feels nice to nest. It feels nice to have a place to come home to after a long 4 hour meal with friends. It feels nice to not have to take a shower wearing flip flops in a strange bathroom. It feels nice to stock the fridge with more than two day’s worth of convenience food. It feels nice to build a home with the love and laughter that so often filled our days in this little flat.
I knew this was going to be a temporary home but it has definitely been the longest temporary home I’ve had in the last year. Maybe home isn’t such a crazy thing to have after all. Maybe soon, it’ll be time to find a place to rest my wings for a little while longer.
