One of our flatmates moved out this week. He’s following a call of his, so one has to celebrate with him that. A friend of his is moving in this week.
I am going to miss him. We didn’t have the easiest journey – him and I. I dreamt for more between us. He didn’t. But I am very grateful for the time that I/we got to journey with him. He was very kind to me, even when I was frustrated, and he was always very hospitable to our guests and he was always bringing interesting people into our house to share meals and laughs with us. I still wonder of God’s ideas when he brought this man into my life - to be a somewhat embodiment of a dream I had that could never be realised. It wasn’t always easy but I/we are richer for all that he brought to our home. And a home we have all shared.
Now we look to the future. Our home is changing. But I am sure our new housemate will bring a new energy and new gifts. I like change despite the mourning that always comes with it. Change means that what was is no more, but that a new window has been opened.
