I’ve touched on this often in my posts, those twenty-seven moves in thirty-five years as a military spouse. Those moves affected so many parts of my life.
All of those addresses and not once did I really have much of a choice of the house I lived in. We rented the houses, or were issued them. Only once did we buy and my husband found and bought the house when I was still in South Dakota with sons in school and he was already in Virginia.
But this time, this first retirement home….this home I got to choose.
Here’s the reason I fell in love with it.
This is where the light first slips in, as the sun rises behind the house.
Making it’s appearance through generous windows the rest of the morning.
It seems a somewhat feeble ending….to end with something old rather than with something new but the last Daily Post Photo Challenge asks us to post favorites.
I wouldn’t classify this as my favorite post but it’s my first one, published in November of 2011, and although I don’t think I’ve revisited it in many years, it still explains exactly why I do this, and it contains one of my early favorite photos:
In the beginning I struggled with content so I found a photo challenge called P52 that another blogger hosted then switched over to the Daily Post Photo Challenge in January of 2013.
Over time the posts and the weeks just sort of piled up, one on top of the other, until six and a half years have gone by.
When WordPress (the platform I use for blogging) announced last week that the Daily Post feature would be going away I have to admit to feeling abandoned.
Like most things in life, water is good in moderation; beautiful when contained.
Liquid sustainment that is necessary for life itself.
For twenty-two years this was my place in the world.
Then came life as a military spouse.
Until, quite suddenly (in retrospect, that’s how it felt!), after 27 moves in 35 years, and after no sense of true belonging or sense of physical permanence anywhere, that part of my life came to an end when my husband retired in 2015.
Two moves and three years later we’re settled with no immediate plans to move and nothing speaks to me more than planting a perennial garden at the address we now call home. Up until now I’ve always been a container garden person….seldom having two growing seasons in a row to experiment with what worked.
Although I gave birth to one of these Kowalski men 35 years ago and have been married to the other for more than 40 years, these are both scenarios that I considered unlikely.
I had hoped and prayed for the first one.
photo credit to Megan Thomsen
This next one came completely out of the blue. At 60, my husband is learning to play an instrument.
I’m becoming a linear kind of person. Point A to Point B. And although I like to think I can be spontaneous, as I get older I’m much more comfortable when I have a line to follow….some sort of direction so I know what to expect.
Inner life and equilibrium aside, my eye is certainly drawn to lines. A quick look through the photos on my phone are testimony to that fact.