Wednesday, April 10, 2013

//Home//

"When I speak of home, I speak of the place where -- in default of a better -- those I love are gathered together; and if that place were a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding."  Charles Dickons


Santa Cruz is my home.  It has been for nearly three years and although that is not an incredible amount of time, it is where I spent my first year married and where I had my first and second child.  It is home.

I love the beauty that surrounds me.  Everywhere I go, I feel the overwhelming pull of light and color.  The deep blue waves rolling in and the bright colors of surf boards making their wave over the pale white foam.  The light giving shine to all it sees, and every color of every tree, flower, house or bird is somehow happier than I have seen before.  I am home.  

It all sounds so dreamy and perfect right?  I mean I definitely cannot complain, but yet the truth is, in order for us to live here we rent a small one bedroom.  In all honesty, it's a studio because the one bedroom would not even fit our bed.  So, the boys have taken that over and we sleep on our bed on the floor in our "living room."  For most people this seems like hell, and I will not bother to attempt to say otherwise.  I feel like an overworked conductor- attempting to help each note and sound be perfectly placed, as I figure out nap times and making sure Elliot is watching a show so he won't come in as I am attempting to get Asher to sleep.  It's all so complicated, but at the end of the day: This is home.  This small space with it's hilarious set up and look that screams "dump" is home.  We have been trying to get out, yet we have an insane deal for where we live and it's a couple blocks from the ocean.  We are always outside, so we don't spend a lot of time inside anyways.  And our neighbors are amazing.  They have chickens and Elliot falls all over himself with excitement when we go and look at them.  There is community and did I mention we are only a short walk from one of the prettiest places in Santa Cruz?  

I am learning that things do not always have to look the way they are supposed to.  Or you know, the way people tell you they should look.  Our world is so funny with the way they tell you how to do things, when just a few decades before it was not even heard of.  Cultural norms change and it's best to do what works for you.  It's best to just stop and enjoy your life.  Count those blessings.  And seriously, ENJOY YOUR LIFE. 

So, that is my long entry and my vulnerability in saying: We are happy where we are at.  There will be more, for sure.  But for now, life is so incredible.  

We spent the evening outside and here are some photos.









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3 comments:

  1. Jacqueline ThomasApril 11, 2013 at 2:47 PM

    It seems you have already figured out what's really of worth and will bring you happiness, while so many get caught in the trap of materialism; we are told "things" will bring us happiness. After being homeless for a while, I'm only now learning this. Beauty is everywhere, all around us. And the less space and "stuff" getting in our way, the easier it is to see this simple truth. Thank you for the reminder that other people share this vision.

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  2. You are so rich and so wise> so much depth and beauty is gained when a little is striped away so we can see the bigger picture. Love your words and the perspective you have gained and shared....Thanks!

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  3. This is so adorable! Space is def overrated! We just inherited my childhood home after my grandmother passed last year. Although the house is considered small, at 1200 sq ft, the lot is 9000 sq ft which is a lot to upkeep! I dream of a moment, maybe for a year or two, where we can have a 1 bed or 2 bed again. I'm a minimalist and small spaces help me to appreciate every inch of what I have!

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