I am so grateful for our home. My home is my favorite places to be. When I am home I feel the most loved, most comfortable, most at ease and it is where I feel the most like myself.
Home is the place where I have so many happy memories. The joy of doing the simple daily tasks, special occasions or just remembering the cocoon-like contentment of sleeping snuggled under a heavy blanket in the winter. These are the memories that I have tied to home.
When I was a teenager we had a house fire. It took almost eight months before we could move back into our home. I really missed our house when we lived in temporary housing, but I realized then and now, that the reason I love my home is because of the people who share it with me.
1 comment:
Love the word grateful, I always use thank you and it often goes unnoticed. 8 months was anything lost. That's a long time.
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