The world might be reopening, but this house, our house, remains closed.
Not because I don’t miss family, friends, adventure, and the value of a moment.
Not because I don’t value relationships or get-togethers.
Not because I don’t love fiercely and care deeply.
It’s because I do.
I care immensely and with such intensity that staying tucked away, feels safe and right. I’m not ready to open our house and our lives.
We aren’t ready. It’s not quite time.
We need a little longer. To understand, to adjust, to re-introduce ourselves to the world.
We are different.
The world is different.
That reality is both harsh and beautiful.
We stay here longer to stay safe. To stay guarded and secure and less at-risk. We stay for protection and for peace. We stay not to keep others out, but to keep safety and peace of mind in, for as long as we can. We stay longer because we can. Soon enough, we’ll be forced to re-enter the world and community.
Until then, we pause. We wait. We stay.
Others are ready, and that’s ok.
This house, our house, isn’t.
So we wait, a little longer, in hopes that one day we’ll be ready too.
