“I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.”
- James Patterson
For a home "maker" a hotel doesn't pose insurmountable obstacles, not once you truly understand that home is not particular place but a condition, a way of being together. It is the comfort of a shoulder to rest your head upon. It is a story in the truest sense, unfolding chapter by chapter.
Then you know in your heart there is no such thing as a 'temporary' home. There is only home, wherever your people are.
During a brief lull in the action one afternoon after the house was packed up and the keys handed over, I was able to pull out my camera in our new short term space in England. It was a gift - that lull. My husband set it up intentionally knowing that transitions are sometimes difficult for me. Maybe for everyone? Yet, if there is just a wee bit of time to catch my breath here and there it all goes so much better. So instead of scheduling our flight immediately after the furniture shipped we had a week to say our goodbye's, to finish last minute details, and to rest. It was a blessing to take a nap. To look out the window. To breathe.
Margin, it's a good thing.
Thankful. Each and every day.