Wednesday, May 9, 2012


Home is available as a print on ETSY.

I don't know if it's because my son weaned himself this week after a nasty cold made it so he couldn't breathe and nurse at the same time. Or because we're nearing our six month milestone in Israel. Or because I'm starting to plan our trip to America in the summer and wondering how on earth we will see everyone we want to see and what it will feel like to be there. Or maybe because I keep fast forwarding ten years and my oldest is entering the army. All of it together has me feeling a little vulnerable.  I keep coming back to the idea of home. Where is it? What is home? What will it be for my kids. Is it worth fighting for? Is it worth dying for? Or is it just a place, like any other.

Mr. Rosen and I have spent a lot of time thinking about where we want to make our home and whether or not there is a perfect place for us and our family. We don't have the answer yet but we're getting closer. We might be over thinking it. It might be exactly where we are now. It might not be a place at all, but a connection we have to each other, tethering us to the present.


aimee said...

i understand.


Laura said...

Home. Yeah. I big question for us too. We wound up in Kansas almost 30 years ago and never thought we'd stay. We talked about moving over the years but the time never seemed right. Now our oldest is 500 miles away and our youngest is contemplating various graduate programs around the country. We dream of living someplace with more opportunities, but we don't want to be far away from our daughters when they decide to have children, some people have said we shouldn't think about our kids and just go where we're interested in being. That just doesn't feel right. Life must've been easier a few decades ago when people stayed in one place, near their families. And, still, we're stuck...