We just spent the past week visiting family in Minnesota. It was a wonderful early summer vacation. Lots of cousins to play with for the kids and a lot of catching up for us adults. We had great accommodations and loads of food and laughter.
As much as I enjoy a much-needed vacation, it’s always so sweet to arrive back home.
Home for me is a smallish 1970’s ranch house in the burbs. Being do-it-yourselfers, we’re into our 11th year of remodeling. We have some new windows and floors, yet we’re still sporting the orange and brown plaid wallpaper in the half bath. Up until two years ago we had the original kitchen- complete with gold countertops and a yellow sink- classy, I know. The remodeling process is slow and not always steady but we are getting there- one painfully slow project (or sometimes a few) at a time.
I’ve been trying to figure out what makes this place home. For me, it’s that we’ve been here for almost 11 years- the longest I have ever lived in one place. The stability of being rooted here for so long has grounded me.
We have a good mix of blue and white-collar neighbors, retired, and families just starting out. There are kids of all ages and they’re always up to something fun. A few weeks ago it was chalk art and this week it’s been street hockey.
Home is where the heart is- we’ve all heard the saying. Location is irrelevant, it’s the hearts beating within the walls that truly matter.
My house may look unassuming on the outside, but on the inside it is filled with the noise of boys playing Minecraft together while laughing via Skype, girls listening to One Direction and playing American Girls or Polly Pockets. Most important, this house is filled with love, and mistakes, and grace. THAT is what makes it a home.
What speaks HOME to you?