Tomorrow is my birthday. I am remembering all of the homes where I have lived. They are each places tied to important moments in my life.
A little rent house in Waco where I was brought home from the hospital. A house on Colcord in Waco where I met my brother, Austin.
An apartment in south Dallas while waiting for our new home to be completed. Our home at 1808 Swansee, Dallas 32, Texas, where I met my other brother, Richard. My home at 4012 Fountainhead, Dallas 75234, where I was married.
An apartment on South Oak Cliff Boulevard where my daughter Lisa was brought home from the hospital.
An apartment on South Walton Walker where I commuted to college.
A townhouse on Olde Forge where I drove to my first teaching job.
My first house I owned on Valleywood in Carrollton.
My new home in Houston on Beechmoor where I brought my son Jacob home from the hospital; where I was made a postulant for Holy Orders; and where I served in my first parish.
St. Mary’s Rectory on Laneview where I’ve lived the past 20 years.
And in the past year, I’ve had seven temporary homes as a result of two Houston floods. I am very grateful for each of these temporary homes and the hospitality each represents.
However, I’m a person who values finding a place to live and staying put. Benedictine spirituality calls it stability.
Even when I travel, I usually look for a home base and day trip out so that I go back to the same place, my away home, each night to rest.
I do not like to move. Yet changes and chances of life have given me new homes that have each been a part of who I am becoming.
Yesterday, at my hotel home in Reykjavik, the hot water in the bath wouldn’t turn off. The staff tried to fix it three times, but it only seemed to get more scalding. The staff asked if they could move us to another room. It would be an upgrade.
My friend was concerned I wouldn’t want to move, but we had to be able to take a shower.
So we stuffed all our belongings into bags and suitcases, and the staff came to help us relocate.
Instead of a lovely, small, but more than adequate room, we were moved to a luxury suite on the top floor with a terrace. I must add that my friend had used points from a credit card to book our four nights, and we had paid nothing for our more than fine room. Now we had a suite with an amazing view, and still it was free.
Rachel Sage sings a song about home:
Home is where you’re taken in.
Fearlessly breathing with the wind.
Home is where you set your spirit down.
I’m at home in all this beauty.
Everything about it moves me
I may be from another place but home is where I am now
Where I am now.
For now, I am learning for home to be wherever I am now. I am learning how to put my spirit down and make any place a home.
When I return to Houston on Thursday, I will move to another home.
The truth is, all homes this side of heaven are temporary. They are only places to prepare for the home with a view beyond imagination. Everyone will be upgraded, and it has already been paid for. Free for us all.
Photos are from my travels around Iceland yesterday and today. My heimili or home for now.