11th Move in 5 Years
I’ve heard it happens. Humans are not only social animals but nomading creatures. Had I known the journey would continue; that is, if I understood that once uprooted, planting new tentacles into fertile ground would not be easy, I might have rethought the plan to leave “home.” Or would I?
Last September 1, squeezed in around Mabel Moonshine’s second birthday celebration, we moved into this wonderful cabin on Spruce Creek in Kittery Point, Maine.
We knew at the time that we would have to move come July 1 when its owner, my colleague and friend for over 35 years would return from Hawaii for the summer. I believed we would have found a space in which to dig roots and transplant ourselves. Life happens and it was a gruesome winter. Having not found shelter to match our desires and economics, we agreed to rent for another year and to nomad for the homeless summer. Changes and chances led to the worsening condition of my mother-in-law and on May 18, also third son Dayyan Jordan’s 29th birthday, Joan Beane took her last breath in this world and submerged into the Sea of Light. Upon much consultation, we agreed to purchase her Portsmouth home, half of a house in the historical South End of Portsmouth, a house my husband remodeled some 25 years back (it was coincidentally available to purchase when his father’s diagnosis led his parents to move to the Seacoast 20 years ago). In town, urban, and historic, the space would never be my first choice for roots.
But I am tired and even air plants, those little faunas that dangle from anywhere and grow in space, need a final resting place to call home. So, by the end of 6 years, June 2015, we will complete our 13th move in 6 years (includes returning to the cabin Sept 1…squeezed in and around Mabel Moonshine’s third birthday.