Home on a Friday Afternoon

I’m home on a Friday afternoon—my bathroom door is in my living room-- my claw foot bathtub is in my bedroom—my toilet is in the hallway—the positive side of all this is that my bathroom is getting close to completion and tomorrow I get to start on the cabinets—it’s always more difficult for me to work on my own space than on someone else’s—not having a bathroom, however, is good incentive to expedite the process—

Home in my life has been mercurial and transient—it’s moved in front and has seemed to appear behind me but rarely have I spent time within it—I haven’t been motionless long enough to create it around me—I have tried to “find” it through external means as opposed to allowing it to create itself through natural process—I’ve tried to adapt to someone else’s home without having any real sense of what it was to me—the past two years of being back in Vancouver have been about learning how to be still and within that stillness there has come a recognition that perhaps I am home—or at  least an awareness of that inherent connection I thought I was incapable of—

I have to get on those cabinets...