Tuesday, April 09, 2013
(A-Z) Home is home
I love home. I can't think of a better place to be, than to be at home. I find comfort here. I get all out of kilter, if my home is not peaceful. It's not a particular beautiful home. Just a regular house, in a subdivision. I wish I had more yard - more land but this house is more than just that.
My home is special to me. After my mom died, my sister and I inherited this home. This was not the home I was raised in yet I felt a kinship to this home - I guess because I am a family-person too. My sister wanted to sell - I wanted to keep it, so we bought her half of the house. I think she was happy that I kept it.
Both my dad and my mom died in this house. Many today, think that is strange - I don't. Years ago, families lived in the homes where many had passed on. It's what makes a home.
I am constantly trying to update it and to keep it from looking dowdy and try to put my stamp on it. It gets frustrating at times. But there are some things I will never change -
I love the waterfall in my backyard, that my dad made. I love our outdoor lanai that my dad fixed up. I see my folks all over the place. Bulbs that my dad and mom planted. I cried when we had to cut down the willow tree, my dad used to sit under, on a hot day. I think of my Mom often, when I cook. I even use many of her dishes, pots and pans, and utensils. I think it's neat that I still use bowls and silverware that my grandmother and mother used. I eat my morning cereal out of bowls I used as a child, along with the same spoons.And my morning coffee in mugs that were my mom's.
I am truly at peace here.
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