Home

It's a bit ironic that we own two houses and I feel homeless. I've been thinking a lot about what makes a house a home because right now neither of the houses are my home. Our "old" house is not my home anymore. My kids swing set isn't there, the toys are all gone,and I can no longer cook in the kitchen. I own it but it is not home. My new house does have ALL of my belonging in it and my kids' swing set is sitting unassembled on the side yard, but it is still not home yet. I walk into the house and I want to turn around and walk right out. If you glanced at my last entry I'm sure you can understand why. So what is it that makes a house a home? While I love decorating and having a "nice" house, I can live in a bit of upheaval for a time. I believe my previous pictures can attest to that. Home for me is a place where I can follow my routine. A place where I have the freedom to leave my coffee cup on the counter without fear of it being swept into the dishwasher, or deciding that Monday is pajama day without fear of judgement or ridicule. Home is where I can be myself, really be myself. Following that definition I believe I have made myself at home in many of your houses. If your place is one of them, thank-you for waiting for me to drink my coffee before you put my mug in the dishwasher.

I should be heading to our newest place of residence in the next few days I'll let you know when it becomes home.