By Francine Van, Guest Contributor
Watching old movies about the explorations of budding adults finding their way into that first apartment in a new city, I am reminded of the angsty joys of moving. The excitement of discovering unknown neighbourhoods while days changed in sync with our life journey reflect as a flying speeding zipline. Choices were made, perhaps glancing past the details of personal aspirations. Conversations were refreshingly about relationships and love, not scrutinizing our original goals. New meanings for home were created along the way.
I have finally realized my definition for home in this last chapter with the pandemic giving me time to sort through old dreams. I don’t want big luxury. At long last, I made my final move to be near the water and a familiar beach town. As my time here multiplies, I learned I now love the comforts of the mundane uneventful humdrum.
Knowing where the library is located with the repeated drive every time is appreciated. My favourite thrift store is just around the corner and I can find new old treasures there. I like the same parks and beach walks and still see something new by just looking around me. Look Up. Today I heard a woodpecker. Spring has sprung. I find cemetery walks to be remarkably peaceful. Simple joys begin with a unique sunrise sipping a warm coffee facing the window for my nature news. The birds are dancing. I can find change in things like rearranging my furniture seasonally or painting anything.
I wonder if the pandemic has changed my attitude, or is it age, or more likely both? This quest has taken me a lifetime …… and finally I believe I found my home.
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Nice article. I think being able to revel in the simple and the mundane is one of the luxuries of a senior stage of life. Perhaps our brains have changed to appreciate the little things that fill our daily lives, or perhaps we have the time to just sit back and enjoy, or perhaps it’s the self-satisfaction of reaping rewards after many years of struggle and achievement. I so look forward to spring so that I can walk by flowering lilac trees. Sitting in a comfy chair with a cup of tea and a good book puts a smile on my face all year round.
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