Today I'm linking up to Lisa-Jo aka the gypsy mama, who chooses a topic every Friday and writes for five minutes.
Only five minutes
Ready. Set. Go......
Home is a small word which has such a large meaning. Home in every since of the word means building or place of residence to most. But for me, that is only the small portion of the meaning of that one word.
Home is where your heart sings, where the skies are blue and where you feel the safest more than any other place on earth. It does not have to be your place of residence, but rather where your heart rest and settles upon when there is turmoil. Sometimes, for me, home is not close at all. Home is the feeling for me that I get as I drive through my grandparents town and drive down their street. For one small instant of time, I am safe again, happy and carefree in the all too familiar surroundings of yesterday. I always feel like I have "come home" when I go there, even if it is sad that none of the ones I love are with us anymore...it will always be home.
Home is the people who mean the most to me, the ones I love, the ones who love me. The people in my life no matter how much time has past, still know me and my heart like a book. When I think of them, I think of home. The familiar. The knowing. The never changing.
Home is where we all can be ourselves around the people who love us. It is the place we don't have to act one way or another, we are accepted and loved even if we have shortcomings. Home is where I find myself very content to be, it is my happy place, with my family and of course my dogs.....they are my heart, both of them.
Home is so much more than a house...home is the memories, the good times and the bad, the people who bring joy to our lives and the dreams we dream of a bright future. Home is the one knowing thing that never changes. It is the place we all know we can run to when we need a hug or a lift up....no matter what "home" is...we all have a place like that in our hearts that are dear to us. Stop.
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