Since we usually moved every 3 years when I was growing up we adjusted to a mental process that went something like this:
Waaah, I miss our last place so much, why did we have to leave? *sniffle*
I love it here. I love my friends, my teachers, my school, my life. I never want to leave.
Oh boy! Time to go! Where are we going next? It's going to be so cool! I can't wait to blow this popsicle stand!
Since we've been in our new house almost 2.5 years I suspect that old ingrained itch is what's causing this feeling. Shut up, Itch! Not now!
Speaking of itches, I need a backscratcher, a good one, with a long handle. My back itches and it's driving me crazy. I don't know if it's just because it's winter and the air is dry, but it's total torture. I bought a long-handled brush the other day to use in the shower, but it's too soft. My dad used to have a backscratcher, thin and carved out of one piece of wood with a little hand on the end. That's what I need.
Speaking of things my dad had, I was looking around my house the other day and thinking that I would like to make some sort of "inheritance inventory" that lists objects and things in our house and tells a little bit about their history, so that some day, when I'm gone, my children will know what they have and where it came from. I've thought about doing this before, but I probably need to get a ROUNDTUIT before it will actually happen. But wouldn't it be cool if we had some sort of record of the things we have? Karin asked the other day where I bought the lovely long needlepoint bellpull that hangs in hallway. "I didn't buy it," I told her, "My great-aunt made it." She made the cover for the footstool in front of the rocking chair, too. I inherited the both of them, among other things, when my grandmother died. I wish my mom would do this, too. :) She has so many cool things in her house that have neat stories.
Speaking of Karin, I just have to laugh every time I get home before the kids do. Anders picks them up each day and gets home around 5 p.m., at which point I've usually been home for about 15-20 minutes and had time to deal with mail, put laundry in, tidy up a bit, maybe answer email and then ensconce myself in a chair to read. Karin races from the car in a bowlegged sprint, yanks the door open, jumps inside, slams the door and flings off her jacket, hat and mittens, dumps her shoes into her shoe-box and then zooms through the house to find me at which point she barrels into me headfirst yelling HEJ MAMA! It's very invigorating, if a little violent.
Holding In My Heart: idahoswede, lady_chai, reebert, thesidhe, circebleu