We’re far far from home right now in Vermont. Having put our little spot in Dripping Springs on the market, we decided to stay away for 6 months. The first we spent in a friend’s snow bound cabin in St Adolphe d Howard, about 2 hours from Montreal. The next 5 months, we’re spending in our preferred rental house in Burlington, Vermont.
The thing about me is that though I love to travel and feel the various textures of the world, I am an inveterate home body. To me, the best part of any ocean crossing adventure is the pull I feel, constantly, to return to my not so tidy hobbit hole.
Here I am now, 3 months homeless. I have no permanent address, and my babies are sleeping on crib mattresses on the floor. The hobbit in me quivers.
If there’s one thing I do better than feather a nest however, it’s plan. I have lists, databases, and maps of potential next homes. I have flowcharts in my head of just how our move southward will go. I also have custom furniture.
My brother in law, Matt Mitchell, it turns out is quite the artist when it comes to woodwork. He has recently founded a custom furniture business called Austin Joinery. He’s building a portfolio, and so I managed to commission two very special beds for my girls. These will be the first feathers laid in my next nest and I find it appropriate that they are for the girls, made by family, and flecked with symbolism.
As it stands, I have no permanent address. I have a home, the place I carry with me to where ever Andy and I land. My nest is only really in my mind just now though, and these two pieces of furniture built with the aid of a talented craftsman, are the first feathers I have for it.