I needed a little pick me up this morning, a reminder that dreams come true, love can be had, and wonderful things happen all the time. The movie Enchanted April was the perfect salve for my raw feelings. Somehow I managed to find this movie long ago, before I found the book. I’ve watched this movie often enough that I know it by heart, but not too often that it doesn’t stir me each time I see it. The story revolves around four women in London in the 1920’s who decide to abandon the dreary city and spend a month in a villa in Tuscany. All strangers, they come together and each opens her heart over the course of their stay. The magic found in the place, the reawakening of love and dreams, the stories of the four women all make it one of my favorites.
Home. I’m such a homebody. I love having a place to come back to every day that’s familiar and has touches of our family in each room. H’s latest painting that he’s working on in the back bedroom. My notebooks scattered about each and every room. The small imprints we’ve left on this place, a nick in the door frame a repaired window.
We’re losing our home and it’s thrown me for such a loop. H and I gave “us” a real shot in this home. It’s the place where I put a post it note up on the fridge telling him I was ready to get married. It’s the place he hid my engagement ring for three whole weeks before asking me to marry him in Tuscany. It’s where we fought and cried and laughed our way to get ready to be married. The place we came home to as husband and wife for the very first time. And it’s no longer ours. We’ve rented our place so in a sense it’s never been our place though we’ve lived here four years. Our landlord is renovating and kicking us to the curb and I didn’t realize how attached I’ve gotten to this place until I’m forced to leave it.
It’s hard being in the in between. I have no idea what our home will look like two months from now. Is it in our same neighborhood? Or did we move out of the city? Can we finally get the dog we’ve longed for? Do we have space or a yard where we can grow things? Between the then and now it’s hard for me to find any content or stillness.
Sitting in the in between time is the hardest for me. I hate not knowing. The truth is though, we will find a new home. It will be ours when we move into it, and it’s a new place where the next chapter of our lives can unfold. I try to hone in on the possibilities rather than the worries. It can be so hard to hold onto though. So tonight instead of thinking too much about it, maybe I’m not ready to be a grown up. Instead I’ll pull the covers of my quilt around me tight, snuggle into our bed and escape into a good book. (Maine, it’s excellent.) For tonight, that’s alright.
Our next home. might not be a our dream home. (Read: cottage nestled in the English countryside, complete with barn and two horses that keep each other company, and maybe a goat and cow also please). We will make it ours and it shall be.