I went to a house warming party the other night where the new homeowner updated the house with fresh paint and new floors. The hostess was blessed with guests bringing her food and gifts for her new house. This made me think that a house is made of floor boards, painted walls, light fixtures, and other malleable constructions but a home is made of memories, laughter, and love. My Dad used to say home is where you hang your hat. I also feel home is where you hold your heart and this can be made anywhere you feel is most comfortable.
Home is a place to rest your head after a long weary day and when I have those days I make my home snuggled on my giant bean bag. Sometimes I find home in a cup of warm tea sitting with a friend immersed in comforting conversation. At times I find home under a thick fleece blanket on a cold winter’s night. Other times, my home is made in the kitchen in a large pot of chicken soup; that’s a tasty home. The many diverse locations I’ve created home in also have that certain quality that makes it homey.
What is brought into a home helps imbibe the feelings that exist there. If positive feelings are welcomed into a home then positive feelings will be felt by all who enter. This sentiment is true conversely as well. In my line of work I go to people’s homes to help them. I have been to some homes where the energy there just didn’t feel right to me. The people that lived in these homes argued with each other a lot. I have also been in homes where there is so much love and support for all who lived there that it almost made me feel I wanted to stay there myself.
A home is one’s sanctuary for rest, relaxation, and rejuvenation. My sanctuary varies depending on what I need for comfort at the time. I like to think I have lots of love and laugher in my home. How about you? What type of homes do you make?