For some people home is a country, a state, a city, a house. For me home has always been where my heart is, where my husband is. I’ve lived in several places but what makes those places home to me is the man I’m sharing my life with and the children that life together has created.
I don’t care where we live or even the style of home we live in. I care about being with him, being near my kids. I’m not saying that I expect to live by children for the rest of my life. In fact I hope I don’t. I want my kids to get out and explore the world. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t hope to be near them when they start having their own children but it wouldn’t make or break my life I they weren’t close.
I have always considered that Washington State is my home base and for a few years I truly felt like Denver was home but there is something about being nestled between the mountains and the ocean, Canada and Seattle that just feels like home. I think we all know home when we feel it. It isn’t something you can describe really. It is a feeling. A connection.
Once you find the place your heart calls home cherish it, love it and respect it. It isn’t easily replaced.