The Waiting Place

This entire week has been a cycle of going to work, running errands and then coming back "home" to the Residence Inn, otherwise known as home for now. By most standards, it could certainly be a worse scenario for us. We considered renting something, but there would have been the problems with finding some place that would rent for just the six weeks we were out of a house, and then the additional problem of getting utilities hooked up and then turned off and all for just such a short time.

It seems that we are out of town and it is just simply time to go home.

Home. That term has changed from what I have thought about when the word was mentioned over the last 17 years. Yes, I know all the "stuff" about home just being where we are...and I suppose that is true. But it is still sad and leaves me with sort of an empty feeling that "home" is not where we've been but to that vast unknown place where we are going. "Home" means different things to different people. Home has been where I plant my flowers and precious bulbs from my mom and Steve's dad. Home is where we cook and plan meals for family and friends to celebrate those "special" days.

This afternoon when I left work, I had to make an unexpected stop at Walgreens drive through for someone else. When I left there, I found myself not even thinking about it before I was driving on Park Avenue headed to Free Ferry Lane. When I realized my error, I got a little catch in my throat.

There's so much said and written about the "waiting place" where we all find ourselves. Dr. Seuss even writes about it. It is so true. And that's just where we are right now....waiting. I need to enjoy the journey more during this in between time. But, meanwhile, I'll just continue to complain and laugh about it all...it's all that is keeping me going.

The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,

or a plane to go or the mail to come,

or the rain to go or the phone to ring,

or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No

or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite

or waiting for wind to fly a kite

or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake

or a pot to boil, or a Better Break

or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants

or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.