A house is built by human hands, but a home is built by human hearts. ~Unknown
In a couple of days, I am moving halfway across the country to start my new job as a faculty development specialist at Illinois State University. It has been a really, really, rough year for us and we are excited about our next adventure in our life together. One of the things that helped me get through this past year was remembering that my parents, grandparents, and all the way back generation after generation also dealt with rough patches in their lives but somehow managed to come out optimistic and with their feet on the ground.
Although I have a new job, I am not giving up my title as a modern retro “homemaker.” For the past five years, I’ve had the opportunity to devote almost all of my energy into making our house a home. I’ve discovered a deep joy in showing The Mister how much I love him through creating a love-filled and stress-free (as much as possible) environment. I don’t think it is an exaggeration to say that it was the deepening of our relationship that enabled us to be there for each other when it seemed like our world was collapsing around us.
And so I will be leaving in a couple of days to start my new job and to find us a new house to turn into a home.