The house...

I know that it is just a house. There is no particular reason I should feel more at peace than I have in years...but nevertheless, I do. I stayed home sick yesterday and sat in the garage-port, drinking tea, listening to the wind and the birds and felt at home. As a military child and formerly a military wife, to feel at home is usually a fleeting thing, not often achieved. I revelled in it. For the first time in my life I wanted to be retired so I could sit there, every day for weeks. Sigh.