Hence forward, this shall be known as Transformation Day!
Well, it is not all totally changed and transformed, but the house is looking like the house again. It has to do with the walls.
Bear with me here, I have this thing about how the walls "move" with me. When we were looking for this house, we walked through nearly a hundred houses. I was very pregnant with Carrie and we were moving to Baton Rouge from Tickfaw, La (near Hammond, LA). Our real estate agent was amazing. She would line up a day of houses and we would hit the road, literally dawn to dusk.
They were all good houses, but there was somethings with each one that just didn't fit. When we walked into this house, the walls embraced me. It felt right. It was right.
With the walls torn out, it was not a house. The parts of the house that allowed us to raise a child, create nourishment, renew our bodies and become a family were gone. There were no walls to move with me.
It is not all right just yet, but it is coming back. The insulation and dry wall are all there now. Soon, they will apply the mud and float the seams. The walls will be painted. And the floors laid.
I am hoping the walls will learn to embrace us again; that they will move with me once more. I am hoping this house will once again become our place of security and belonging.
Next time, before you enter your home, clear your mind to its meditative state. Walk through the door, the rooms, the hallway. Intuitively, find the heart, the center of the house. Stand there and breathe.
Did the walls move with you?