The closing on the new apartment took place yesterday afternoon without a hitch. Ollie the cat and I will leave the hotel shortly to be there when the moving van is scheduled to arrive at 8AM. And then we will – after a year of planning and waiting - be at home with all our “stuff” in our new place.
During the past week or so, several people commented here that they’ve moved so frequently that they have no emotional attachment to their homes. This is my 43rd move and I agree; most of them were not important. But Bedford Street in New York City was different - leaving it after 23 years was a painful decision. And choosing a new place that suits me well enough to be my home, I hope, for the rest of my life was an emotional decision too.
Some people, the nomadic sort, don’t even need a fixed address to be comfortable. But not me; I need my little nest. Home, whatever or wherever it is, is such a universal concept that most cultures have rituals for blessing new homes. Yesterday, Claude at Blogging in Paris posted one kind for me.
Be sure to read her explanation that goes with it.
Chancy of driftwoodinspiration posted an Irish blessing which I’m repeating here too. You never know when you might have need of it for yourself or others:
Touch the lintel and touch the wall,
Nothing but blessing here befall.
Bless the candle that stands by itself,
Bless the books on the mantelshelf,
Bless the hearth and the light it sheds,
Bless the pillow for tired heads.
Those who tarry here, let them know
A threefold blessing before they go:
Sleep for weariness, peace for sorrow,
Faith in yesterday and tomorrow.
Those who go from here, let them bear
The blessing of hope wherever they fare.
Lintel and window, sill and wall,
Nothing but good, this place befall.
Anna of Self Winding sent this most perfect ecard with her good wishes for Ollie’s and my new home. [I hope the link works.] I especially like the piano version of “The Waltz of the Flowers” from The Nutcracker Suite that goes with the image – a piece of music I’ve known every note of since childhood when I listened to it every day of my then young life.
I thank every one of you for so many wonderful, good wishes on this new adventure of mine. You have made me weepy in the best way possible.
[Pictures of the new place will be forthcoming whenever I locate the box with the cable for transferring images from the camera. What was I thinking when I packed it separately from the laptop.]