Build a House

So time is marching on in Latvia, and I’ve omitted a lot. I’m offering a glimpse of what it was like to start a family in a very foreign country, and some of the little sprouts that lined the path to my present, but we all know that there’s a yin to every yang, a sour for every sweet, a pull to every push, a positive for every negative.

I believe we’re moved forward through our lives by this string of tension. And truth told, at this point in my life, I was beginning to flounder in it. I’ll allow these mixed metaphors to sit here and just continue with the story by saying, one day my husband was feeling my tension, and by way of compensation came to me one day, looked at me hard and said, “I want to build our house.”

For a few years we’d talked about building a house. We’d done some exploring as to how to go about doing this in Latvia where land ownership was still such a mess among other things, but he was serious, and he found a way. So as quickly as we could (I'm sure in order to relieve the tension), we bought some land, and we started building a house.