Open to the Possibilities

My husband came across the real estate photo for our house inside an old notebook of his today, on one of those fliers left outside the property for potential buyers. These fliers have all the basic info about a house, like how many rooms the house has and what size they are, what type of sewer hook-up it has, and how large the lot is. The black and white photo of our house looked naked and blank, expressionless...and full of possibility.

As I get older each year, the passage of time seems to strike me as more and more odd...like things start going by so fast that I hardly have time to absorb them fully. I gazed a long time at that little snapshot of our soon-to-be-home with our notes about the closing process scrawled on the back, and could hardly believe Jake and I are moving into our fourth year living in it. Where before the face of a white house was empty and blank, there is now only the warm recognition of home. I find it so interesting that great changes can sometimes take years to develop, while others take only an instant.

Now as I head into a new year, I remember the day Jake and I walked with his sister and brother-in-law over to that empty white house. We walked up to the porch and gazed in through the front window at vacant rooms and vacant walls, and I felt such a mix of excitement and fear- excitement over the possibilities, and fear over the unknown. In 2012, I hope to hold onto that sense of possibility, and perhaps lose the fearfulness, and embrace the changes that have yet to come.