If home really is where the heart, is then my home is with my daughter and husband. I’ve spent the past few days away from home.
While away I’ve enjoyed …
- laugh out loud moments
- sand as soft as powdered sugar
- sunsets like no other
- time with a beautiful friend
- getting lost in a new town
Even though I am really enjoying myself, I miss home. I don’t miss my house, or anything that is in a drawer or closet, but I miss my family. My daughter has been sick over the past couple of days, and while my husband is taking great care of her, I wish I could be with them.
Since I’ve abandoned my love and need for stuff, I’ve been able to more clearly define what home means and doesn’t mean to me.
Home is not …
- a number of square feet
- a place to store stuff
Home does mean
It’s becoming more and more evident to me that home is not a place, but a feeling. While I’ll grow, learn and laugh in my last day away from home, I’m looking forward to getting back and being with the people that are my home.
Please consider this blog your home, or your home away from home. Perhaps you need a place to rest while you build or redefine what home means to you.