Change

It is only when you are about to lose something that you begin to appreciate/value its presence in your life. I’ve lived in this house for about five years now without really thinking of it as a home. It was just a place to go crash at night…a place to hang around when nothing better was happening elsewhere. Now that I am faced with the prospect of selling this house and moving on to something bigger and better, I’m loath to do it. Suddenly I can see how much this house is a part of me…how much these four walls envelop me in their coziness. I am now aware of every single flower that blooms in the tiny garden I have, and I cherish the way the Brazilian pepper tree sways in the wind. As I look out the window and breathe in the cool night air, I am taken aback by the green velvet lawn in front of me and the purple mountains rising up somewhere beyond the lawn. I’m caught unawares by the realization that I will really miss my neighbors – strangers who have gradually become family. If change is the only constant thing in our lives, then I am indeed glad that my attitude towards this dwelling has changed!