Editor Lindsey Adkison

This was going to be a very different editor’s note. In fact, it was already written. I shared some personal tidbits about my house and some zingers about shiplap. It was light — and fairly short, because while I do own one, I’m not a big “home” person. I’m really not into decor or renovations and my “garden” consists of about four potted plants, two of which are more brown than green.

But recently, we’ve all become “home people” of sorts. As of the time of this writing (and we’ve certainly learned how fast things can change), our houses have become much more than a collection of rooms, doors and a few windows. They’ve become fortresses designed to keep the unknown away from what we love most in this world — our people.

While no one enjoys being confined against one’s will, the practice of social distancing has reinforced the value of homes, not as pieces of real estate, but as sanctuaries.

These are the places we run to when uncertainty and fear gather on the horizon like legions of an invading army. Currently, they are the only real line of defense against a virus that has decimated areas of the globe and changed so many things about our lives.

I sincerely hope that by the time you read this, things are drastically better, but I can’t be sure of that. If this coronavirus pandemic has taught us anything, it’s that there are, truly, no certainties. Nothing is guaranteed in this life. Dangers are real and can easily visit us at our very doorsteps.

But while these are unprecedented, and granted, pretty terrifying times, there’s one thing that hasn’t changed — love lives inside these four walls.

And while it’s been hard, like HARD, to stay put and be calm and patient with the chaos raging outside, the one thing that that lessens the burden is love and we’re fortunate enough to be engulfed in it daily. Our spouses, our babies, our parents, and our pets have been with us through these dark days. And we are so very, very fortunate that they are, because as we’ve seen all over the world, they can so easily be snatched away.

Leaning in to love is the only way we’ve made it this far and it’s going to be the best way to move forward. So while it may be tough to embrace the physical flaws of your house — the cabinets that need painting or the floors that need replacing — I think that we can all agree now more than ever that there is truly no place like home.

Stay safe and be grateful for the space that keeps you that way.

All my love —

Lindsey Adkison