Happy Friday! This lovely morning I’m joining Lisa-Jo and the Five Minute Friday bunch again. Today, everyone’s writing on the topic of the last. Will you join me and read, write, or both for five (ish) minutes? Here’s how it works:
- Write for 5 minutes – no editing, no over-thinking, no backtracking.
- Invite others to join in.
- And then: go visit the person who linked up before you and drop them a note!
Somehow, I can’t seem write these 5 Minute Friday posts without thinking of moving. Maybe it’s because we’ve passed the 18 month mark of living in Farm Town and that’s usually when we move.
This is now the longest we’ve ever owned a home. Ha.
The last house we owned was lovely; a 1960s remodel on a street with beautiful old trees in a neighborhood we loved. There was a park nearby with a little bridge over a winding creek and running trails hidden in the trees.
Now I look back and remember those things, the things I loved about it. I don’t think much on the stress and mess of the remodel and the various less desirable aspects of the house.
Before that was the two bedroom apartment where we brought Bun after she was born. It was also the longest place we’d ever lived (two years) and the first time we’d ever re-signed a lease. I don’t think the property managers understood my glee that day.
When that place comes to mind, I don’t think of the challenges of apartment living or the lack of green space. I think of how often we filled that little home with friends and how lovely it was to just. be. there. for longer than 18 months.
To me, the moral of the story is this: The “last place” always seems better in retrospect.
So I figure it’s far better to focus on the good aspects of my current home than to fuss about the bad. Change what I can, make it cozy and homey, and love what there is to love about it.
Because when we move–whether in three years or twenty–there are things I will miss dearly about this place. Better to dwell on those now and embrace the time I have here. Sometimes easier said than done, but it’s what I’m shooting for.
When your current place becomes your “last place,” what will you miss?