It's official. We are now Old Beach residents down here in the heart Virginia Beach.
We have moved in, and unpacked almost every box. Quite an undertaking, but we were motivated by sheer need to establish some sense of permanence for the goons.
Every sentimental piece of furniture we owned was damaged in some way in the move process. So what...no biggie. We are together for the meantime. All the material items that we did fine without for two months now seem superfluous. None of it is really important. Home is not made by the pictures on the wall and/or the seating arrangement in your living room. It is the memories, rituals and traditions that make your home a home.
Funny, with all the boxes unpacked and most of the pictures up on the walls I didn't feel like I was really home until I cracked open MY first jar of home-made icebox pickles (Uncle Elbert's recipe). Truth be known, I have had already had my fair share this summer albeit at my mom's house...so, they weren't really mine.
I enjoyed an entire mason jar of these perfect pickles while sitting on the back porch under the crepe myrtle tree.
I didn't feel the compulsive need to move or get something done. I only shifted ever so slightly every few minutes to catch the best whiff of the tangy saltiness in the ocean air.
Home sweet simple home.
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Pickles and beach breezes....sounds delightful! So glad you are finally all together and feeling a little more settled.I am impressed that you have unpacked nearly all of your boxes...we still have plenty we never opened sitting in our garage! Send me an e-mail (not sure if I have a working address for you) because I have a couple of book things to send your way.
I remember you brought some pickles to "Cookie's" house, but I never got to try one. I'll be down to VaBeach on Friday, if to only try Uncle Elbert's peekles!
Can't wait to see you again!
Great. I hate pickles! Do you feel the compulsive need to give me a phone number or email yet. I need some Nisha love. Glad you are moved in. I'm with you on what makes a home. Living in a Government beige, concrete duplex, sure reminds you what's important real quick. Say hello to the boys. I think Alison could out climb Jack in 2 seconds. I'm preparing for the broken bones and stitches in my future. Those second borns sure are giving us a run for our money. :)Loveyou. hope to talk to you soon.
Can I come over and sit with you?
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