Nearly ten months have passed since we moved into our first house. Some of our possessions have yet to find a suitable home. Random frames still lay scattered throughout. A great empty space greets us every time we walk through the door, waiting to be filled, still incomplete.
But that’s ok.
We have adopted the principle of “absolutely-nothing-unloved-allowed-here.” This is to be our sanctuary from the world, a place of rest for the weary traveler. It will be a space that evolves along with us as we grow, also. We are building it slowly, introducing things that speak to us, that show us what it means to be home.
I believe strongly that things should not only be functional, but also symbolic and beautiful. They should reflect who we are, should change as we change. I’m in no rush to decorate and fill the empty space and walls. I confess I have a problem with permanence, but I also want to do this with intention–a continual process as we peel away the layers to discover who we are, what we love, what we dream of.