We came home to a very healthy garden and happy chickens.thank you, Kasey and Bob and Shelly for taking such thoughtful care of everything while we were gone! This was our first time returning “home” from a trip since we moved back in. We’ve missed having that “ahhh we are home” post vacation feeling since before the fire. Returning to the rental after our road trip last summer just did not have the same welcome, because there really was nothing of “ours” waiting for us there. It felt good and right to come home yesterday. Soren and Esme got right to work picking produce and digging up a batch of potatoes. Corbin is firing up the lawnmower. Quincy has a date with her cello, Reese will spend a few hours doing her BYU economics class. I have emptied the van, swept out the garage and driveway, picked up the mail, watered thirsty indoor plants, unpacked, ran nonstop loads of laundry, and created a grocery list. I am oddly exhilarated by the common sound of my children going in and out the door to the yard. Yes, they let flies in and air conditioning out, but there’s just a sweet comfort to returning to a familiar rhythm of life. Not much has felt “normal” or “routine” since Covid closed down the world. Only Quincy will be returning to brick and mortar classroom learning, this fall.
Learning from home by choice will be a new and different experience for everyone, and virtual school for Corbin and Reese presents its own challenges, but I’m so thankful for these walls we live within. They are also new and different in their own ways, but I’m thankful that returning home to them yesterday enveloped us in a comfort and familiarity that we have been yearning for. We have felt displaced for so long that I really didn’t expect to find it returning home. That peace is a tender mercy.
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