I am a woman who likes the idea of homesteading and providing a comfortable place to rest after a hard day. When we started making plans for our road trip, my perspective had to change. Can I really make “home” anywhere and, more importantly, should I even try?
My home is found in the quiet places of my heart, in my memories and in my community. Two of those things I will always have, one of them I am having a hard time letting go, knowing that I’m asking it to change. My community has been adapting and growing since we moved to LA. We have people all over the city, and now all over the country and the world. They are a part of our life and a part of our home. And now I am being challenged to make the phone call rather than wait until I see someone. My fear of talking on the phone is that dead-space that might happen. But that becomes less and less with practice and with more transparency.
I’m willing to change my habits and I see that I have created bad and lazy habits in my life that need to be rooted out. Last time we were asked to challenge our friendships like this, we actually ended up right back with our friends. We were lucky. This time, I have a feeling that those friendships will have to stay flexible and we will have to adapt and to try harder and to push through the silence on the phone, because I don’t know where we’ll end up.
I learned a lot from my friend CJ. When he moved to New York from LA, he would take a walk and just start calling friends until one of them picked up. I can’t tell you how fun it is to get a random message from a friend just saying hi from the other side of the country, and then how much a friendship can grow when you get to talking. Just talking. That’s the beautiful thing about it; its simple. After a while, the habit of transparency with those you trust ends up in this beautiful, hard and honest place that I always want to live in. The phone call. The potential of dead space. The bravery of not always saying the perfect thing. The time spent.
So, friends… I’ll call you soon.