"Home is where the heart is."
"Home is an invention on which no one has yet improved." Ann Douglas
"I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself." Maya Angelou
It's interesting to me how we connect with what we all call home. The feelings it inspires, the comfort it brings, the sense of belonging it entitles us to. Home can be represented in a variety of ways but the message is the same regardless ... It's important to acknowledge, connect with, and appreciate the place we call home.
Most of my childhood memories seem to have been created in Quitman, Louisiana. Even now if I am visiting family in that area, I can't help but drive by Rita Lane, where our old house, slightly modified, still sits on 10 acres. As a teenager, Panama City, Florida was my home. Each time I return for a visit and walk through the front door of my parents' house, I am overwhelmed with a feeling of comfort. This feeling only lasts for a brief time of course, as the chaos and drama inevitably unfold. I have had other houses and apartments along the way, but I must say that my Euclid St flat is one of the few that have made the list of places I refer to as home.
After a recent investment in a dining table, custom-sized to fit the limited space I had available, a few bookshelves, and some outdoor furniture, I am finally settling into what I can call "my space." I loved this condo the moment I walked in but now, with the addition of each piece of furniture, I connect with it more and more. I haven't quite decided if this will be a healthy attachment, given I hadn't planned on staying here for a very long. For now, I am choosing to not think about that and just appreciate my time here. I love my home!
