It's been a place of a little girl's dreams, a big girl's broken heart, hope, joy, laughter, pain, fear. It's been the place I came home to after school, after class, after work. It's where I've worked from for 15 years. It's where I'm greeted with tail wags and puppy kisses when I walk in the door.
I don't keep it clean enough or peaceful enough, though I've gotten better at both through the years. It's a place where family and friends are welcome, although hospitality is not a gift that comes naturally. Home is the place I am safest from the cares of this world, where my heart rests with the one I love, where the real me takes a deep breath and looks up.
Really lovely.
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ReplyDeleteI like your reflecting on where you've been at home and what it looks like to you. Sounds like you've had quite a worldwide experience. I hear you about 'home is a place where family and friends are welcome, although hospitality is not a gift that comes naturally'. that is where I find myself these days.
and that last sentence made me breathe deep in understanding and sharing that same desire for my home. thank you.
I loved this post!!! So eloquently written :)
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