It might seem silly to some, this decking of halls when the moving trucks will be here in several weeks now. It was however exactly the right thing to do this weekend. In the midst of so much uncertainty and upheaval there came strings of lights, the familiar faces of jolly gnomes, and bright wooden shoes bearing coins. There are clementines and candy calendars, and the tattered books which have journeyed far with us. As I type by the light of the tree tonight life feels familiar again.
I don't know where we will be celebrating our feast days next year. What I remembered while unwrapping sleighbells and storybooks is that wherever it may be, it will be home.
“Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”