(Sorry for missing the last two days, I say I’m going to try to blog daily, then things get in the way …these things seem to always happen to me.) Grrr, lol. Really, not very funny…
Home Sweet Home,
Growing up I lived in an awesome place, a nice house with a river for our back yard. It was like being on vacation everyday (except when I had to do chores… hehe ).
Now, I’m on a different vacation, I’m camping for the time being. I love to camp. Although this is camping, ‘mansion style.’ Tents are more fun.
It doesn’t matter if your homeless or in a mansion, home is where you feel accepted, safe, and loved. Home is the people close to you, family and friends. Home is where you, “Ahhh” with contentment and happiness.
No home is perfect. But, there is still love even though there is anger. There is forgiveness when there is hurt. Struggling with hardships, a home is where all is okay in the end. This is what home is for me.
I would love to hear comments on what a home means to you… (If you’re brave enough)