The house I never lived in, but it always felt like mine.
The land, the courts, the Pine Forest.
Heaven for a kid.
Home?
The skyline to which I never gave a second thought while I was there.
But now each time I see it coming in I get a warm sense of belonging.
I never realized how pretty that water tower is.
Home?
The road upon which I traveled more times than I can count.
The restaurant, the farms, the hills we passed each time which comprised our over the river and through the woods.
Can it really have been 15 years ago? It feels like yesterday.
Home?
The houses of those so dear who are still there, even though mine was gone years ago.
The houses that will always welcome, no matter how far I go or how long I stay away between visits.
The houses of my family, from where I came.
Home?
A new house where I now rock my own babe.
One new face with one the same.
The next generation to be raised.
Home?
Home.
Really great post. Had goosebumps reading it, and I don’t know why..
@fergusonsarah Thank you so much!
This is beautiful!
@shellthings Thank you, Shell!
This is a wonderful and very inspiring as well! Thank you for sharing this regarding the learning the importance of a home.
@LauLau81 Thank you!
Love this. The word HOME is so full of heart & meaning… you illustrated it very well. Really cool post!!!
@mommaneedsabeer Thank you, Kelli! It was so weird driving in last weekend – this huge wave of nostalgia come over me, when usually I’m like meh, I’m back in Peoria. 🙂