Since our escrow has been delayed (due to an incompetent mortgage broker) at least three, maybe four weeks. We are between homes, and living in a hotel for the time being. I feel disoriented, isolated, and sad. I worry about keeping the kids happy, fed and clean in our new transient life. However, Carter expressed to me today he is not at all unsettled. We were eating dinner in a restaurant, and when Carter was done, he asked to go home. I felt a pit in my stomach, and told him we would not be going home, but back to the hotel. He said, "The hotel is home mommy, because you are there."
Home is less about the walls the surround us, and more about the people we are surrounded by. Carter understands that already, and I hope he never forgets.
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