What’s a meta for? Why are you a guest in your own home? Because we’re all just temporary inhabitants here, occupying space that we’ll have to surrender to someone else one day soon. All the more reason to be good guests, and preserve the space for the next caretaker!
That push-pull of the past/future is one I’ve been grappling with, especially as we prepare for our move. There is so much memory tied up in the physical place that I am honestly feeling relieved to be somewhere else, for awhile. It feels like a fresh start, for now. The demarcation between who I was/my childhood and who I get to be and become as part of a new family of three.
I love the content of this post, so wistful and yet so accepting. And even more (and as always) I am blown away by your ability to pull gigantic concepts down from the ethers and put words around them that make clear those universal themes that haunt us all. Nicely done, always a pleasure
What’s a meta for? Why are you a guest in your own home? Because we’re all just temporary inhabitants here, occupying space that we’ll have to surrender to someone else one day soon. All the more reason to be good guests, and preserve the space for the next caretaker!
I have had the same experience of sleeping in the guest room of the house that was once m6 home. A lovely piece, and beautiful paintings.
Beautifully written, as usual.
That push-pull of the past/future is one I’ve been grappling with, especially as we prepare for our move. There is so much memory tied up in the physical place that I am honestly feeling relieved to be somewhere else, for awhile. It feels like a fresh start, for now. The demarcation between who I was/my childhood and who I get to be and become as part of a new family of three.
This is touching Nikki. Heartfelt and moving with the
details of past and present. Hope we get to do coffee somewhere again. Hugs, Frieda
I love the content of this post, so wistful and yet so accepting. And even more (and as always) I am blown away by your ability to pull gigantic concepts down from the ethers and put words around them that make clear those universal themes that haunt us all. Nicely done, always a pleasure
Beautiful, Nikki. Honest and sad and beautiful. You father is alive in what you are writing.
I would love to to either place. We were in Paris in the spring. Admire your many talents!