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“A HOUSE FOR EVERY PURPOSE, My Journey from Pillow to Pillow” By Katie L Lindley


“Everything changes and, somewhere along the line, I’m changing with it.”

Eric Burdon

Sometimes in life we choose a major transition. Other times major life transitions are hoisted upon us. Either way we are on a journey that is unfamiliar. Trying to navigate a life we had never known. For me, with my head up and shoulders back, I was bravely terrified.


“I am a gypsy. I haven’t had a home for a long time. Call me a homeless person – I just throw everything in a bag and I’m good to go”. Taylor Kinney 

Waking up in the middle of the night wondering what pillow my head was. Another house, another pillow. Keeping my eyes closed I reach back to touch the headboard. That should tell me where I am. A marker to send me a clue. Deep in the forest, ribbons tied to trees in an attempt to get one’s bearings. Now I am fumbling my way with my fingers trying to understand as to where I was sleeping. This was a bizarre feeling as I had the same bed and the same home for most of my adult life.

I listened for sounds to place myself. I did not want to open my eyes. If I did, I knew sleep would not easily return to me. Did I hear seals, a fog horn, a train? My body was so deeply relaxed, I was not sure if I was alone or not, moreover who I might be sharing the sheets with. As hapless as that sounds, or as sassy pants as that may sound. I was fairly organized and getting used to my new found nomadic life. My chosen nomadic life. My overnight pink bag was always nearby, I did have some consistency in my inconsistent days.

Leaving my home of twenty-eight years proved to be challenging. As was my search for true love. As was empty nesting. The combination of my choices brought up its share of questioning my life’s existence. Who was I beyond being a mother? Who was I beyond being a lover? Who was I beyond being an ex-wife? The weight of those questions laid heavy on my heart. Why did I leave my peaceful beautiful home? My safe place to land. I forced myself to look up, mustering expectancy I pondered. Which will I find first, a new home, or a new man?

That was my question. I was guessing it was the wrong question. Perhaps I should have been looking for a new me? I was on a search, that was for sure. A search for something different, with my pink overnight bag in tow. Thank God for the pink bag, my source of continuity, the one thing I could hang onto. Without not enough forethought I became the woman who’s state of mind was, whose doorstep would I land on tonight?

The homes I included dive deep into my childhood. If I was truly on a Goldilocks seeking journey then indeed what pillow my head landed on deemed valuable. Or so I thought. As it is with writers, I will wait to see what lands on the edit-room floor to become what you have in your hand.

Readers note: A house for every purpose sets up the reader for my nomadic history. Within that history emerges the sequel to “A Man for Every Purpose, My Naked Journey Searching for Love”…

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