The Moving Castle
Our house closing draws nearer and nearer by the second. The date is set for Wednesday morning, and renovations to make it accessible for Mikel (and more comfortable for me) will begin that very day! The thought is thrilling and scary at the same time--as so many things in life are--and it sometimes feels like we'll never get everything into boxes before we make our quiet departure.
Really though, despite the stress, and knowing that buying this house will put a considerable dent in our collective finances, Mikel and I are beyond excited.
We have both always dreamed of having a home of our own and the amazing freedom that comes with it. Between packing we have gone through paint colors and talked about where we're going to place furniture. Last week I bought a tiny little red tea rose plant that I intend to train onto a trellis beside the garage. Sort of a symbol of who lives there; our song is "Red is the Rose"--the traditional Irish ballad. Indeed, if couples had flowers, ours would be the rose. We met and fell in love in June, when they are at their peak.
This home is completely devoid of anything suggesting the people that live inside, though there is an Irish greeting on the door. That's about all there is, save a little decoration not special to us.
I can't wait to move this castle to a place big enough for it, and plant roses out front, and make the inside fit for two people starting their lives together. Recently I read a novel about two people who also met under non-traditional circumstances who also just wanted freedom and the right to be together.
"We deserve to be together," said the main character, "because we made the impossible possible." I think that is the message for all those who love: if you love somebody, no matter who you are, no matter who they are, you deserve to be together if you possibly can be.
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