Phil Manser

This may just be the sleep deprivation talking, but I feel especially happy this morning. I don’t know why exactly; I got a few things done during the night, but not a whole lot. I’m just feeling good and deciding to enjoy it.

I took a walk around the neighborhood this morning. It seemed like a nice day, so I grabbed my coffee cup and strolled around. I don’t know exactly why I enjoy looking at houses so much. My dad has the same like, and I guess it’s a little strange. I particularily like seeing the unique ones. It doesn’t have to be pretty, just different. A house doesn’t feel like a home unless their’s something that sets it apart from the other places, in my own opinion.

As I walked a little further and passed by one particular house, a reason as to why I enjoy looking at houses formed. The house I passed that inspired this was one I had seen built while still a child. I remembered that when we took walks past it, I would let my mind wander and imagine that I lived in it. I still do that occasionally. I didn’t just imagine that I moved into though. I would actually imagine that I had grown up in it, that I woke up in the mornings and descended the spiral staircase to the kitchen.

It never surprised me until today that everything was changed just because of that small alteration. Displacing your past a block and a half away from where it actually occured should probably not alter its outcome so much, but it my imagination, it always does. Perhaps it is the influence of my feeling that everything in this life lies in delicate balance with everything else, so that if you were to alter just one little thing, everything would feel its effect. Or perhaps my imaginings formed this opinion in the first place.

I’m lying right now with a big fuzzy cat on my arm and my beautiful girl just on the other side of him — both fast asleep. This is what I imagine future Saturday mornings/Sunday afternoons to be like, and it warms my heart and brings a gladness to my soul. These simple things that I didn’t think I would find or at the very least expected them to take a long time are now here. Moments like these (and there are many of them) remind of all that’s happened over the past 2 years and how much God has blessed me.

She looks so peaceful, all stretched out with her arm on my shoulder. George looks pretty relaxed too with his eyes closed and his big feet in the air. It doesn’t even disturb his sleep when I type with the hand that he’s resting his head on.

It sounds like it’s time for me to go home, get some rest of my own. How I look forward though, to calling this place home, one day.