It is a funny thing when one decides to move. The little corners of our home that we once took for granted seem grander in our eyes. The little nothings that are scattered on a shelf seem to leap up and shout that sentiment justifies their existence.
We begin to analyze everything. Taking a mental picture of this and that in the hopes that it will somehow bring continuity to one’s sense of history.
Perhaps it comes from a natural desire to preserve oneself so that we do not diminish. We hope that a piece of us will remain even when we do not. It is at times like these that I wonder what life would be like if I had been born in the same house that I lived and died in. All my memories would be there… stored up for future generations. There would be far fewer good-byes and yet I know that my roaming heart would desire for more than to simply be kept in a box. That need to be free, to roam, to explore, and to discover is my what keeps my heart going when packing up the little {corners} of my home is such hard work.
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It’s true Tina, there is nothing like moving house to make you appreciate all the little things that have made that place your home! Jo x
Very well written … I know that feeling – after some years in the same place somthing new has to happen. At the same time I kind of “envy” people who have created beautiful homes you can see that they have lived in for many many years
yup. I agree.
just moved this sunday and I’m now looking forward to creating new corners indeed.
I hate goodbyes too, but yet love all the new adventures waiting for me around the corner. Now you will be making new corners in Denmark. How wonderful! The stories your children will have to tell. How many children have lived in Spain, Morrocco, and now Denmark?
you speak the truth woman. you nailed it!
good-byes are always bitter sweet for me. i´m sorry to be leaving, but at the same time i can´t wait to get to the next destination:) p.s. Marbella? Hope you are having nice weather! besos!
I too have a roaming/traveling heart and yet appreciate that sense of place and permanence some folks have, being able to stay put in one place and call it home. It’d be nice to land somewhere and say we’d stay a long time.
What you say is true. It’s hard to pack up and move and move again, but at the same time that excitement of it is what I always look forward too.
Well put.
Warm and elegant details of your home… that seems so sweet…
I’ve always loved moving! Not packing, mind you, or even worse unpacking! I once lived in a house with nothing in it for several weeks, while I was waiting for my belongings to be delivered, and I realized the freedom of not having anything. Still, I was glad too see my stuff when it arrived:)!
We’re packing up now too and you put into words just how it is. Although some day I do hope to have a home my grandkids can come home too and in those walls sense a piece of their parent’s and grandparent’s history!