So, as I'm living in limbo between my old "home" and my new "home"...it's left me with a lot of time to rethink what the hell a "home" even is?
Is your home where you currently lay your head at night?
Is your home the big wooden structure you pay a mortgage for every month?
Is your home where your daughter lived her first year or maybe her second?
Is your home where you came from OR is your home where you're going?
Is your home the place you lived where you woke up with a big brick weight on your shoulders every single day?
Or is your home where you can wake up with a smile, relaxed and the luxury of breathing easy?
MY home is where my heart is and my heart is first and foremost, ANYWHERE my beautiful "treasure and a joy" of a daughter is. I could make anywhere an amazing home for us, as long as we're together....most of the time...because let's face it, I have to learn to share, she does have a Daddy who loves her too.
My heart is also on the island, probably always has been, and as much as I hate to give my soon to be ex husband any credit, he was right when he always said, "You are SUCH an ISLAND GIRL trapped in a city girls body."....Mr. DC, you were so right about that one thing.
Guess what? I'm proud of it. I am LUCKY to have been blessed with such an amazing upbringing of both good and bad, on this little island I was raised on. I have always had an island oasis I could return "home" to, no matter where I was, who I was with, or what I was doing in my life. Small town life...small town raising...always welcomed me back with wide open arms and a loving smile......
I am lucky and I hope that one day my beautiful daughter will feel equally as lucky that I have always shared THIS life with her too....she has the best of both worlds.
It's a rambling day.....home...what the hell makes a home......
Thank you to all my secret angels....xo
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The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Hey beautiful,
Before I had little man, I lived in 10 places in the Vancouver area in 10 years. I was young and crazy and full of spit ... and was down in the states half of the time, here to work. I have come to reflect too, and have often wondered on HOME ? What is it ? Where is it ?
I had a great family, still do. My mom and dad married , my brothers , I felt like the Cosby house (but white) growing up, our home a place where others wanted to be, they knew the kool-aid was in the fridge and cookies freshly baked.
I fought myself over and over about what a 'family' is for little man. As I said, and as I read your blog tonight ... it really is where your heart is, where you feel comfortable, where you are truly happy. I am a 'small' family of two ... I have had to get quiet and still, to train myself to be quiet and reflect on HOME. I am here.
I pray that you too continue to be HOME, and I know you will have HOME for Bella too.
Love
Lee
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