Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Oak


Growing up with oak floors, they were simply the floor that went down the hallway and into our three bedrooms; cool under my feet and slippery in socks. Majestic Virginia Hall at Mary Washington College had wood floors in the dorm rooms. My roommates and I quickly learned not to scooch our bottoms on the floor unless we were willing to pluck out splinters thrust from the well-worn floor. 

The following five years were spent on carpeted floors of varying descriptions. Only one carpet remains firmly in memory - a sculpted 70's wall-to-wall carpet remain whose color name I decisively discovered when I misplaced a roll away brussel sprout. 

My Portland, Oregon and Charlottesville, Virginia apartments returned me to the comfort of oak floors. 

Puppies and a baby found their footing on berber wall-to-wall carpet in Roanoke County, Virginia. Two years old, my son struggled with asthma and wood floors became a priority in the search for our next home. 

We moved to our Roanoke City, Virginia house with oak floors in May 2010. There's a dark spot in a bedroom from the previous owner's cat. There are holes drilled in room corners for cable television we never used. There's a couple of dents in my bedroom floor from when my son scarily pulled over my jewelry chest. There's a bit of tackiness where the 24" x 48" rug and rug pad lay in my office serving as a collection point for my family to snuggle and watch movies on my computer screen across the room. There's a dent in the dining room floor where my husband and I remembered the IKEA cabinet comes apart in two pieces. 

Today I did my final vacuum of these floors and closed the door on a chapter of my life. It was a chapter filled with moments that challenged me to stand strong, bend in the wind, adapt to the seasons, and soak up the moments of swinging in the shade of a mighty tree. Today I settle into my life in Eggleston, Virginia with a mix of 90-year old wood floors and 9-month old wood floors. Our lives will blemish these floors and we'll reflect on those stories as well. 

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful. It's nice to see you writing again. Wood floors have so much beauty within them. If we ever move again I will find it very difficult to leave ours as well.

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    1. Ditto what Annie said! I am glad to see you writing again. :) I need to pick your brain on how to refinish the floors at the country house!

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    2. Laura! I've been thinking of you!! Pick away.

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  3. Thanks Annie. Reflecting and writing are cathartic to me.

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    1. I agree. Lately I've been reflecting through photography but writing is good for the soul.

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  4. This post brought tears to my eyes. I have lived so much of it with you. I pray the memories built into your new floors will be beautiful and cherished for years to come. Our floors have already taken a beating. How could they not, with 4 kiddos, but the memories of this new life will be amazing. Love you dear sister!

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    1. Leah, you were my rock steady for many moments in this journey. Love you too!

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