Every morning I try to have a quiet cup of coffee before I talk to anyone else.
I know I’ve written about this before. Weekdays I set an alarm. Sometimes on weekends I have to find a quiet corner. Usually my big green chair works perfectly. I’ve tried to meditate or read a devotional but I’m just not that person. In the morning, with my first cup of coffee, I like my social media. In particular I like my Facebook Memories.
Today’s Facebook Memories showed me that two years ago today I got a lot accomplished. I got my Florida Driver’s License and Voter Registration Card at the DMV. Then I took that Driver’s License to the local library so I could get my library card. All tasks you need to accomplish to be part of a community.
Two years later and Tampa, this little corner of it anyway, feels like home. We are definitely a part of this community. Girlie had a sleepover on Friday night so HH and I went out for dinner to a newish local restaurant. We ran into friends there, one of whom was Girlie’s elementary school PE coach. When I went to Publix yesterday I exchanged smiles with a woman I recognized from the gym. I’m apparently a regular at the local nutrition/supplement store. Spenser and I have a lot of people who exchange waves/wags with us on our walks.
There are the intentional things we have done to become part of the community like going to church and being engaged in Girlie’s softball and classrooms. Then there are the things that just happen, the things that seem to mean more to me. Those casual smiles and waves that make a place a home, a town a community.
This little corner of Tampa is definitely feeling like home.
PS: As I was writing this I had a perfect song lyric running through my head “feels like home” with a male singer. I hunted the internet before realizing my brain was adapting “Feels Like Rain” by John Hiatt to be appropriate.