It’s that time again—the time when the families of Methodist ministers are announcing where they are moving. So here goes:
This summer we are headed east to the town of Kernersville, (between Winston-Salem and Greensboro, NC) so my husband can serve a two-year appointment as an interim pastor. He is gifted in this kind of work, and while we will truly miss being in the mountains, there is lots to like about the move.
We’ll be closer to his mother, and closer to several friends of mine. We are putting our house on the market in a great time for sellers, and moving into a parsonage so we don’t have to buy. My own work right now is portable, and we aren’t moving with kids this time. (Just a highly anxious dog, who is already upset we got rid of her sofa.) The adventure continues!
The downsizing and cardboard box stage of the move is well underway. We are prepping the house to list it and hope another family will enjoy it as much as we have. It’s prompted me to reminisce about the places I’ve called “home.” Some I loved. Some I was ready to leave. I started a list of places I lived long enough to receive mail.
My list includes two handfuls of houses in Florida and North Carolina, a variety of student housing in Durham and Richmond, study abroad housing, shared and solo apartments, and more.
Where have you lived? What have the places and spaces that you call home been like? What feels like “home” to you?
a writing prompt
Make a list of places you have lived. Not just the towns, but the houses or apartments or dorms.
Choose one and write more about it.
Describe it in detail. Describe a day or a night there. Describe yourself as you were when you lived there.
Was it home? What made it that?
