When I was planning this trip to Medford it had already been a long time since my last visit. I had pretty much come to the conclusion that because I didn’t miss it, I wouldn’t feel at home here anymore.
It took me all of about 60 seconds to settle back in.
I spent a lot of the first day puttering around our big green yard with its productive kitchen garden, thriving these days thanks to my-daughter-Alice-the-master-gardener
and reacquainting myself indoors with our comfortably lived-in rooms. So many reminders of fun times and good people here.
And of course communing with the books in every room (and hallways too). I do have a lot of books. They are my oldest friends.
Just a couple of days ago we were looking at houses to buy in Portland.We arrived here in Medford with a plan to get this house ready for sale so we could move up there next summer. I’d still like one of those little houses in Portland, and we’re all still working on fixing up this one. But I’m not so sure I’m ready to to let this place go yet. It’s still home. Maybe there’s a way we can have it both ways. Gonna work on that idea a little bit I think.