“It sure is hot today.” That’s what I thought on that hot August day in 1982 as I eased the rented moving van into the driveway of our now-sold home on the northeast side of Detroit. The day had arrived and the process of moving our young family to a new home in suburban Detroit was about to begin.
My wife and I were in our mid-twenties and proud parents of two young sons. Our oldest son was two years old and our little boy was only 3 months old and still in diapers. Moving is always a hassle, but moving with a family so young seemed particularly taxing, made even more so by the heat of the day.
And it was hot. As I recall, the thermometer topped out at just under 100 degrees that day. By the time the day had ended my wife and I, and a group of friends, had packed up everything and completed the move to our new home in the downtown Rochester, Michigan.
“This Old House” Awaited Us
Our “new” home was actually an old house, having been built nearly 100 years earlier. An elderly woman had owned the home for many years, and for the last ten years or so she was no longer able to take care of the place the way she once had. The house had fallen into a bad state of disrepair, and to be honest this was the only reason we could afford the house in the first place. The house was in bad shape. Really bad shape.
I didn’t know it yet, but five years of house restoration lay ahead of us. By the time those five years passed my wife and I had gutted and replaced virtually every component and surface of the house, both inside and outside. Suffice it to say the home we had just purchased was not “move in ready”. Regardless, we had just moved in!
As you might expect, a home of this age and in this state of disrepair was not outfitted with air conditioning, so the outside air temperature of 100 degrees had pretty much become the inside air temperature that day. Coupled with the hard work involved in moving all of our worldly possessions, you can well imagine that it had turned into an uncomfortable evening as we settled in to our new home.
I don’t imagine anyone slept very well that night. I know I didn’t. Strange house, unfamiliar neighborhood and a ridiculously hot night all added to my tossing and turning. I was also feeling a bit of regret about our old house, and was somewhat homesick on this first night in the “new” home.
What is Home?
As I lay there awake for most of the night I remember having a lot of thoughts about what the future had in store. But there was one thing I distinctly remember thinking that night. Even though the physical surroundings were new and strange, the one constant that remained was our family. We were all tucked in our new beds awaiting the adventures that tomorrow – and the years to come – would bring. Home, I realized, is wherever your family is. And my family was here with me. Life was good!
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This post is one in a series that I have written (and will continue to write) for Let’s Blog Off. Every two weeks participants from different points of view explore a selected topic from their personal perspective. It’s interesting to see how different people approach the same topic!