i tend to complicate things...a yearning for a life less so. simplicity. we have decided to purchase a home, our first and make the move into town. i am excited for new...for something all our own. it is my intent to make said move bringing as little junk as possible, packing only what is necessary...starting anew. thus far whenever i have moved i have brought with me boxes & suitcases of what most would consider garbage...thinking i would sort thru it once i had the chance. these boxes remain in hidden corners never having been sorted. my office is a disaster, no work space to speak of....stacks of paper, books....more garbage. excess. it is my desire to have less. to create more. to live a life more simple. i have spent the last 5 years un~willing to admit that three hills may in fact be home...discontent brought on by the digging in of my heels against it. i am unsure really of the origin of these feelings. coming back to three hills....my childhood home....a place with so many memories, the good and the bad. a place where many have left and many still remain. old friends, new friends. i know it to be true that when away, i miss here. but as i have traveled and settled and planted roots in other places there is always missing. as we begin to prepare for our move i am excited. prospects of a home all our own....making it our very own. our first home. a place in which our little family can grow and settle for however long that may be.
