"A house once loved can never be lost. Never. Sold, yes. Moved out of. But not left behind. The house builds itself somehow into your tissues. It's floor plan, the color of it's walls, it's smell of fir and candied orange peel at Christmas, the summer light banding the kitchen floor, the chill of September that strokes its way up under your nightgown when you throw back the covers, etch themselves into the whorls of your brain. It belongs to you in a sense no title can confer. You have metabolized it. It lives in your bones."
-- Nancy Mairs from "Bone House" --
After reading my post yesterday Linda left this in a comment she wrote to me. I think it's just beautiful and wanted to share it with you, too.
Thank you, Linda!