I have been longing to say that word for so long... Home.
I have felt without a home for about a year. Basically since we moved away from Austin. Our past house in Fort Worth was not bad. It just never felt like home. That is a weird sensation to explain to someone.
A house is where you store your stuff. A home is where you envision putting your Halloween pumpkins and Christmas tree every year. A house is where you sleep at night. A home is where you snuggle up on the couch under a blanket while reading a good book. A house is where you occasionally eat your meals. A home is where you enjoy long evenings with family and friends sitting around the table with your glass of wine and homemade meal.
The bottom line is that a home is where you look forward to returning to at the end of every day. A house is where you go to, well, because the day is done and you have no where else to go.
From the minute that we stepped into this new house, it felt like home. We are slowly settling into our groove here in our new digs. Learning its charms, as well as its quirks. And slowly we are making it our own.
It is weird how a house - a structure made up of walls, floors, windows, and a roof - can provide one with such a sense of belonging. A home base in a world of meetings, errands, school, traffic, and due dates. It is the calm that greets us at the door and allows us to close out all of that noise for a bit while we recharge.
Well, whatever it is, this house has made a huge difference for us as a family. Life just seems to be more smooth and be less stressful now that we live here.
I can't really put my finger on why that is...
Maybe it is all the natural light that floods every room.
Or all of the fun places for Little B to explore in the backyard.
Or the kitchen that allows making dinner to be fun again instead of a dreaded chore.
Or the wood floors that creak when you walk on them.
Or maybe it is all of the above. I don't really know. But I also don't really care, so long as I get to keep on enjoying it.
I have felt without a home for about a year. Basically since we moved away from Austin. Our past house in Fort Worth was not bad. It just never felt like home. That is a weird sensation to explain to someone.
A house is where you store your stuff. A home is where you envision putting your Halloween pumpkins and Christmas tree every year. A house is where you sleep at night. A home is where you snuggle up on the couch under a blanket while reading a good book. A house is where you occasionally eat your meals. A home is where you enjoy long evenings with family and friends sitting around the table with your glass of wine and homemade meal.
The bottom line is that a home is where you look forward to returning to at the end of every day. A house is where you go to, well, because the day is done and you have no where else to go.
From the minute that we stepped into this new house, it felt like home. We are slowly settling into our groove here in our new digs. Learning its charms, as well as its quirks. And slowly we are making it our own.
It is weird how a house - a structure made up of walls, floors, windows, and a roof - can provide one with such a sense of belonging. A home base in a world of meetings, errands, school, traffic, and due dates. It is the calm that greets us at the door and allows us to close out all of that noise for a bit while we recharge.
Well, whatever it is, this house has made a huge difference for us as a family. Life just seems to be more smooth and be less stressful now that we live here.
I can't really put my finger on why that is...
Maybe it is all the natural light that floods every room.
Or all of the fun places for Little B to explore in the backyard.
Or the kitchen that allows making dinner to be fun again instead of a dreaded chore.
Or the wood floors that creak when you walk on them.
Or maybe it is all of the above. I don't really know. But I also don't really care, so long as I get to keep on enjoying it.
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