Your Place Called Home

I’ve always believed that home is where the heart is.  Feelings about home bring about thoughts of love and family.  Maybe home is where you left your heart in search of the world and then realized there’s no place like home.

As one easily taken over by nostalgia, home is where I was a child, was part of large family, climbed the neighborhood trees, and played tag.  Home is where I learned right from wrong,  that I was the youngest with little clout, and practiced the violin.  Home is where, regardless of the fun I was having, I had to be by five o’clock for family dinner, only to be embarrassed by all the stuff you told your siblings not to tell being exposed to all.   But today I’m a single parent whose only child has left the home and, like many in this situation, home is where my dogs are.

How about songs about home, like Simon and Garfunkel’s “Homeward Bound,” “ Our House” by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young,  “The House that Built Me” by Miranda Lambert,  and one of my favorites, “Car Wheels on a Gravel Road” by Lucinda Williams.  We lament the home as a place where “real” things happen, as in real versus the falseness of the rest of the world.

Undeniably, the home has and does have a special place in our hearts and as a result, we spend a lot of our time making our house a home.   Here’s to finding, building or designing that space and creating a place  where you and yours will create memories  in a refuge you call home.

Many Blessings!
Rebecca Shoaf