Our lovely first home together. Too small for a growing family, and in need of many renovations, but dearly loved and remembered. I think the many dreams and the continued longing come from the fact that we had to move away – and that it was with a brand new baby. Rather traumatic perhaps, but God knew where he was bringing us. I would not now go back….. except in dreams….

I am in Navenby again when I dream
But why are there always so many more rooms?
Rooms unfinished
Not fit to live in
Some but a shelf on a hallway wall
With a bed perched on it
Secret rooms hidden beneath floorboards
Ones you could visit through a hole in the wall
Containing an entire house
Never lived in

An underground theatre in one dream
A storeroom full of boxes in another
Waiting to be unpacked

And I am always so relieved 
And surprised
That we did eventually return

I make plans

And just as I begin to settle again into
What was once a beloved home
I awaken
And wonder why, yet again,
I went to Navenby