Home, But Different

I was fixing dinner in our new home last night. It was quiet at home--just me, Ginger, and Tristan (Ethan's at camp this week). Most of the boxes are unpacked. A few, containing picture frames and knick-knacks, are not. It feels like our home, now, although not quite the home we had before.

At a meeting at church last night, ideas were discussed for (re)starting this church's youth group. A member who led the youth group when it was active said, "we often had youth over at our house every Friday night for dinner..." Seeing the look of surprise on my face, she added, "but don't worry, that doesn't mean you have to do that. It's just what we did."

However, she misread the look on my face. The look was my realization of what was missing from our new home: teenagers walking in and out. A number of teens that we knew in our old community considered our home their second home, and they came and went all week long. To have kids over on Friday night would be welcome, because then we'd know when they were coming.

The other thing that is different is that we don't yet have a washer. So yesterday afternoon, we schlept a week's worth of clothes to the laundromat. No big deal, really, but different.