Home Sweet Home

Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home sweet home
For there the heart can rest.

--Henry Van Dyke

As much as I love to travel, I am a homebody, always have been. I feel most comfortable when I am in my own space, surrounded by the people and things that mean the most to me. My house may not be perfect, but it is my home sweet home.

I used to watch those real estate shows and wonder why anyone would cry over moving from a house, it is just wood and beams, walls cannot talk (thank goodness for that). You take your possessions with you, you bring your memories along.

As I think I have mentioned before, this house was supposed to be a brief layover to a bigger plan, we intended to flip it quick and move on. 5 years and 2 kids later... we're still here. We still talk about the eventuality of moving on, building a new house, (which will be beautiful- because Bruce has guarenteed me I can have ALL the things I wish for "in the next house" hmmm....) but for now it seems this is home.

I never believed I would grow attatched to this house, considering my ill feelings towards moving into it. Seems though, that pouring your heart and soul {and hard-earned $$$$$} into a house, celebrating holidays, watching your children grow up; take their first steps, ride their first bikes, marking their heights on the door frame, and watching not only the house transform but lives transform within, turns the wood and beams into memories and dreams. Love gathers here in our home. Our next house will be home too, but I believe we will miss this home, and maybe even shed a tear or two. We are all here together, we make memories here everyday- that is what makes a house a home.

"Where we love is home.
Home is where our feet may leave
but not our hearts."
--Oliver Wendell Holmes