There is a vision of my perfect home that I’ve kept in my mind. It’s been there since I was a kid. It doesn’t contain a white picket fence as there’s too much flowing land for that.
My dream space is out in the country, but not too far. Open space and solitude as far as the eye can see, though we’re only out of town 15 minutes at the very most. An unpaved road winds in front, with a lone car seldom driving past like an intermittent reminder. It’s safe and secure. I can let my children run without worry.
What I see is a two-story grand sight of a structure. It’s older, with history. Wood floors that creak as you step, but shine in the sun.
I have this vision down to the ceiling lights, shining bright when the sun settles for the night. It’s simple yet serene. Fans gently hum overhead, circulating a warm breeze. The only true noise we make ourselves, and there’s still plenty of that to go around.
A large lazy dog lays by the door, raising his head to watch the silence as it rises undisturbed through the air. My kids each have their own room on the second floor, with footsteps like elephants stomping down the stairs every morning. Everything I need, everything I could ever want. It’s beautiful. And it’s all within reach.
They’re happy. I’m happy. It could be cliche and small, but it’s not. Their happiness is the most important.
I’m not there yet, though I hope to be some day. I do hope we’re all happy where we are now, however. In those moments when it matters at least. Wherever we are, because we’re together. The details can change with the day, but my heart stays the same. Even, and especially, during the most trying times.
Home isn’t any further than right here.
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