Scrolling and staring, I did not expect to see a picture of my living room, all of a sudden. Our piano, with its lamp and globe, and seashells strewn across the top: just as I left it nearly 5 months ago.
Free piano to a good home.
I was transported to a moment, 13 years earlier, when my baby sat on my lap, pounding the keyboard with her chubby hands. The window nearby was open to enjoy some evening air, and to share her musical stylings with the neighbors.
Let me explain. The two younger kids and I have sojourned to a new continent, to see what life might hold for us in Colombia. The dad of the house, stayed with the house, to manage its transfer to a new family. He and the dog of the house are now plotting their journey to Colombia, where we hope to celebrate Christmas together in a new home.
Let me explain. This all started about a year ago. My last visit to Manizales, Colombia made us determined. We wanted to live there, I mean here. I mean, in another part of Colombia, but still.
Let me explain. Wait. There's way too much to say in one post.
How do I sum up the entirety of growing a family in a home and feeling the myriad changes as we all bust out of that home and disperse to our respective fortunes? How to convey the feelings of nostalgia and excitement that seem to get along so well with each other in my head? How to describe the experience of taking two kids, born in the that house, so far from it we may never see it again? Seems impossible.
It might have to be enough that all of it just happened. There, in our home for 20 years, we grew vegetables, fruit, eggs, bakers, gardeners, artists, scientists, and musicians. Some of those things are still yielding bright beautiful blooms that continue to surprise us. Even though the titular backyard of this blog made most of it possible, it was never about that particular patch of ground. The same songs are being played on a different piano.
Memories are lovely, but looking forward is living.
Which was the educational experience we've been after all along.
