No Fresh Perspective

June 13, 2015

I’m sitting in the City Library. Miles is watching Minecraft videos and Vick is reading a cookbook. This is the place where I spend the majority of my waking hours recently. It’s been my “office” for the last several months. This is the place where took its new shape. The colors and sounds are so familiar that they have become my norm. Boat, Library, Gardens, Library, Boat. That’s my daily route. Even the handful of coffee shops I frequent aren’t as comfortable as this space has become.

It’s Sunday, so I don’t have to work. We’re backing up our laptops, installing updates on our devices and just taking a break from the boat, which has become a bit damp, following the recent rains. Since I don’t have anything pressing, it dawned on me that I should write a blog post. So I sat, tapping my fingers lightly on the keys thinking of a fresh perspective to share. Nothing came. Recently the old theme of “where is home” keeps rising to the fore every time I sit down to feel.

In a lot of ways Brisbane feels more like home than anywhere I have ever lived. I know that I’ve felt this way before. I tend to romanticize the here and now a bit (perhaps that’s as it should be).  But I wonder if this feeling will stick. There is so much about this place that resonates with me, maybe this will turn out to be the home we have been searching for.

But this is all old news. I started this post with the title you see above. I predicted that there would be “No Fresh Perspective.” But I’m writing it anyway. Vick just asked, “What are you writing about?” and I replied, “Nothing.”  But in a way, I am writing about something. This is the moment, right before a big transition when what is now can be celebrated.  Reflecting about home—clearly a central theme in our lives—and relating that theme to the present moment, is perhaps how I honor this passage in my life’s story.

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