New House

Well, I have moved yet again.

Let me count now.
Red House, new country house, College (do different dorms and dorm room moves count? There were 6), Apartment with Gale, Back to country house, Nashville apartment, Franklin farmhouse, Barn, Yorktown house, Birnam Wood Farm, Log house, Big White house in Northport, Shirley Place, Condo in Reston Place, Our new house, Marriage House, Tuscaloosa, Atlanta house, Back to Franklin! Wren Circle, House on Peytonsville Road, Jenkins Spider Farmhouse-Sweet Springs, Condo on Boxwood, Dreamhouse on hill--Harpeth Ridge Road, Fernvale house, Apartment (1 month) , House on Hill-Crazy woman's house (2 months) , Michele's Farmhouse in Leiper's Fork, MOVE TO GERMANY--2003 Altensteig hotel Sonnebuhl, apartment in Herrenberg, Come home to house on Pine Circle, House on Postwood, Move back to Tuscaloosa, Reston Place (nightmare), Northwood Lake house, Move to Birmingham Old Looney Mill End-The Garden House, Move back to Tuscaloosa-The Brown Byrd House, Take an apt in Birmingham as experiment to get out of depression from isolation didn't work because of dogs needing more space than we had, move out, go home to Brown Byrd House, deep dark depression sets in for a long time, another experiment, move to house in Mt. Laurel in Birmingham to see if it will help with depression and get me in a routine and away from sadness of Tuscaloosa and all it represents to me. i.e. Sadness, loss of being, sadness, Mother, Daddy is gone forever to me.

I like the New house, it isn't home.
Home has been two places, the Red House on Mitt Lary and Birnam Wood Farm. Home is a place of safety and becoming familiar with nature, children (childhood) and hope. The Red house is still standing but they painted it beige (I hate beige), Birnam Wood was moved because of interstate 840 going right through the middle of it. It is now in Leiper's Fork. I went there one day to see if I could conjure up the ghost of Miss Marie Falls Molay and I couldn't although apparently all the families who have lived there have moved because of the ghost. She liked us. She left us alone, or perhaps that is why I miss that house so much, I was never lonely or alone there, and I had a purpose, my children, the cows, chickens, a garden, even swimming laps in the pool.

I hope to be finished editing my novel, The Ave Maria Diaries soon.
The Ghost Dancer's Shirt is going well.

It is Spring in Birmingham, but very cold outside, at least the heat works in this new house. We are the first to live in it. What stories will we leave engrained in the beams, the walls, the floors? I hope I will be happy here. If not, we will move, again, but keep the Brown Byrd House to ground me so I don't ever get too lost.