10/10/2013 4:45:00 PM Moving out and moving on has a great view
Recently, I stood on my parent's porch and looked out over trees and into the Puget Sound. As I looked at their view, I soaked in the beautiful location and home and I thought about the past. It was a bit strange to stand on the porch, because my mom and stepdad just moved from the home I grew up in, the one I moved into when I was 10. Honestly, I expected myself to be more sad, to be more upset that I would never set foot in my childhood home again. I didn't. It's weird that my parents don't live in that house anymore, to be sure, but I wasn't really attached to it. I started thinking about what a house really is. A place to build memories, yes. A home. But, as they say, home is where the heart is. Home isn't about the room where we decorated the Christmas tree or the backyard where we had a big barbecue when I graduated from high school and another when my brother became engaged to the love of his life. Those are delightful memories, sure, but I still have them. Maybe it's because I haven't lived there for more than a short-term stay since June 2006. I had already moved on. Maybe it's because I have always had more than one home. My parents divorced when I was little and I split time between my mom's house and my dad's house. I've always had more than one home to go to. Plus, I've been living here at my home in Othello for more than two years now, longer than any place I have lived since I moved away from my hometown. When you are in college, everything is temporary. You move into a dorm, into an apartment, change roommates, move on. It's never a home. Maybe now that I have established myself here in Othello, I am making a home for myself, so the loss of my childhood home isn't hitting me as much as I thought it would. Or maybe it's because I can tell how much my mom and stepdad absolutely love their new place. They are already so comfortable there. They moved to our last house because it was near good schools, with plenty of kids in the neighborhood, a suburban place to raise the little ones. Now, my brother and I have moved out and on, with lives of our own. Now, my parents have their dream place. It's nice. Plus, when I wake up at their new house, I can sit up on the bed and see the Puget Sound. I often catch myself staring. Because if you are going to go visit your mom for the weekend, a room with a view is always a nice thing.