Sunday, August 26, 2012

Homes are Made of Memories

For a very long time I couldn't wait to move into a new apartment, which I am finally in. I hated my last apartment! It was poorly kept, dirty, broken, and just all around awful. I was looking forward to moving because I knew this new place was so much nicer, cleaner, and a place that had been taken care of much better. Living a few hours away from home is hard on me, and I thought that moving into a nicer place would make it easier, and more "homier" and in some ways it does. It's great knowing that I get to go "home" to a beautiful space, thats clean and comforting when I get done with work or school or whatever. It's the perfect place to wind down and enjoy what little free time I have these days.

But here's what I've found out. Any apartment that I live in will always just be a temporary living space. It will never feel like home. Because home is where my memories are, with the people that I made them with. Home is a house in Sugar Land that I had my 16th birthday in, where my friends and I danced all night in our Halloween costumes. Home is snow outside the windows of the house in Pennsylvania that my dad grew up in and where my sister and cousins and I listened to Christmas music in the basement. Home is California Pepper Trees, mountains in the distance, and grandma drawing at the table.

Home isn't about crown moldings or pretty furnishings. It's about memories. And family. And one day I'll have a whole new set of memories that will create my new home, with my own husband and children. But for now I'm in a sort of limbo. Living in a nice place and just visiting home on occasion. It's not a bad place to be at all, it's a growing place. But it's nice to know that I still have true homes to go to when I feel a little homesick.


1 comment:

  1. As usual....
    Your writing touches me.

    Luv and miss you...

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