Tuesday, November 8
A Place to Call Home
A place to hang your hat.
Isn't this what everone wants?
For the last two weeks, we have been moving into a new house. It's right next door to my old place, but it has new paint, new floors, new stuff all around. It's bright and shiny and clean.
My stuff is being moved one box at a time.
It's slowly becoming familiar here. After living in one home for twenty years, it's weird to not wake up in my bedroom, use my familiar stove that the one burner doesn't work.
Odd as it sounds, I miss home.
It's kind of like that with my latest finished manuscript. I miss it. I miss my characters, their story.
I know, I have a new couple to meet. To get to know. But I long for the comfort of the last people I created.
I long for the familiar.
Coming up with new GMC, new places, new story. It's fun, it's exciting. But it's also overwhelming at times.
Sort of like moving into a new house.