We have decided to move out of the home with the lead paint issue. It makes us very sad, and unsure, but we cannot risk our daughter’s health, no matter what other beautiful dreams that land offered us.
After a week and a half of emotional turmoil and racking our brains about what to do, I finally feel at peace about this decision.
We are looking at other homes, and one in particular. It is not our ideal home, but it would be just fine as a place for our family to spend the winter and beyond.
This whole situation has shown me how quickly folks can become homeless. We are fortunate that my husband has work and that we can afford a hotel, afford to eat out when we have no kitchen, afford rental application fees.
But what if we couldn’t? Where would we be? We would be jammed in a friend’s living room, or sleeping in our car. And what if we didn’t have a car, or close connections in our city? That is how homelessness has come to so many Americans in the past few years. When your living situation is pulled out from under you, and money is tight, you may have no options left. It is important for us all to remember that homeless people are just people without homes.
So I am grateful for this warm hotel room, for our take out Chinese food. For gifts from friends, and for the love of my husband. I am grateful for his strong arms that can move those heavy boxes again and again. And I am grateful for our connection as a family; mindful now that that is the center of our home. That is our heartfire, wherever we may find ourselves.