Today I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five-Minute Friday.
Join me!
The rules: Write for five minutes. No editing, revising, overthinking, or backtracking. Just write.
Today’s Topic: Home
Home.
The word has taken on such a different meaning for me in the past, almost-three, years.
I used to think it was a place…this two-story, blue beauty on the corner of Wisconsin and Charles, nestled into what I think is possibly the best neighborhood in the world.
Surrounded by neighbors who have become friends and friends who have become family, this place is our home.
I smile every time I remember the moment…the time we walked through the door for the first time. We just looked at each other, and we knew. This was it.
Home.
And we have been blessed to plant our roots deep and give our daughter a place to call home…and give ourselves that place, too.
But as I look at our lives…though young, we’ve seen a lot. We’ve experienced the temporary of home and the unknown of the journey…and though it’s always nice to have a place, it isn’t a building that makes a home.
It’s people and love…those that surround us each day and love us despite the ugly and imperfect, those who choose to be part of our lives and hearts.
They are what makes a home.
Oh, I love my blue house, number 127.
But my home is just that because of the love I’ve been blessed with.
Almost by accident last fall, I stumbled onto a quote, one now painted (well, it was a rub-on if we’re being technical ;)) on our living room wall.
Life takes you to unexpected places; Love brings you home.
Always. And we are home. It’s good.