Change bedsheets, wash floors, grocery shop, cook, repeat has been the refrain of my weekends the past two months. If I didn’t know it before, I am convinced of it since moving to Central Pennsylvania in February: we have the best friends and family in the world, who have moved ships and mountains to come see us and our new home. Thanks to them, our lives in this new place have been full from the start. We have relished in unhurried evenings around the dinner table, canoe trips, long hikes, and market days with the people we love so much. Laughter and good conversation make a house feel like home in a way that picture frames and eclectic vases never will, and I am glad to have so much of it splashed up on these walls since moving in.
It was my friend Jayna that taught me about hosting as an adult on the most practical level. Growing up, my parents hosted people for a night or a month at a time, but always made it seem effortless and I never paid attention to how it was done.
My senior year of college, four of us shared an apartment. Alana, Jenny, and I were usually more than happy to eat nachos and refried beans for dinner and to spend the evenings talking for hours on the couch. We never seemed to run out of conversations and questions, and usually stayed up way too late discussing Taylor Swift’s hair or why we measure time in years, depending on the day. Jayna though, is a walking friend and community magnet, and she brought us into the horde of people we probably would have otherwise missed out on.