the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered
(in games) the destination or goal
The Engineer has lived in the same house his whole life. I have lived in five – the one in Ohio where I was born, our first house in Washington (the “old old house”), the house that was great for pretending to be Cinderella (the “old house”), and my mom and dad’s current respective houses. That’s not even counting Dad’s apartments while he looked for a more permanent house.
I dismantled my old room when I went to college, since Bird wanted the big room for her high school years. I pared down my belongings even more when I moved to our Small College Town full time last year, putting mementos and old school projects into plastic totes for storage in the basement and cramming the rest into Bird’s and my cars to drive across the state.
Fitting, then, that she also accompanied me last week to move the last of my stuff out of that apartment.
I have transferred my affections from one home to another several times. The Engineer’s childhood room is still exactly as he left it.
But this weekend we’re packing all our now-mutual belongings into a truck for him and his brother to drive to North Carolina. The Pacific Northwest will still be home even in that gaming sense, because our ultimate plan is to move back here.
So the two definitions for “home” at the beginning of this post are comforting to me, because while we wait for our “domestic affections” to catch up with us and recenter on the opposite coast (at least for a few years), our pretty new townhome and all that goes into it can represent our new goals. It will be our home base while we explore a new part of the country. It will be a sort of home for Bird, who plans to take advantage of our presence in her university’s timezone to visit often. It will be our first home together.
And honestly, though I know we’ll both be homesick at first, the Engineer himself has been “home” to me for a while now.