Home cannot be contrived. It is not bought. It is not sold. Home is where your memories are. My life is so busy. I live a fairly fast-paced life, so far from what I grew up living. I find myself overwhelmed more than occasionally, and then remember God has a plan for where He has me, and I better get to it!
In those times, I do think of home. Home is family being together, cooked meals, cooking the meals together, sitting and watching the news together, reading together, being outside together, putting things together, building things, fixing things, renovating, painting, relaxing together, a warm spot in a really cold house in the winter (because it's a really old house :), heaters to warm by, big coats to go "woods walking" in, shooting just for target practice, shooting cans in the pond, camping out, and I really think the list could go on. The funny thing is, the list goes in and out of my childhood memories and my more recent adult memories. Home has become a mix of what I did growing up and what my kids are doing growing up. Our home is sort of a mix of city life and Smut Eye life.
My husband may have said it best. "I go to your parents' and I get bored. I go to my parents' and there's always something going on and it's crazy. And then I think, 'Gee, I would really like somewhere in between.' And then I realize, 'There is a place like that! It's our house."
I love my family and where I came from and I love where we are going.
