From when I was little where ever I was staying the night it was home. Our tent became our home for 10 days every Summer, my Grandparents cottage became home for part of the school holidays. A stay at my brothers meant his home became mine while I stayed and even a night at a Premier became home for the night!
So when you move house when does that house become home. Real home, the home when you put the key in the door and you relax. That little place owned or not, that is yours. A door you can close the world on or open it to let the world (not literally!) in if you want to. The place that provides your family with the relaxing sanctuary that it deserves.
A place where memories are made, smiles and laughing is had and no doubt tears as well. Where friends can come and share those smiles. Where tea and cake can be relished. Where meals are shared and enjoyed. Where going to bed feels like getting into a cocoon of safety and relaxing.
Where everyone feels happy most of the time and the words ‘going home’ is right up there with one of your favourite phrases.
Two weeks we moved into our new house. The house we moved from had given up being home quite a while before we moved out. Bit by bit here is becoming home, it has got a little while before we can crown it ‘Home’ but it is getting there and two weeks on with quite a bit else to deal with I think that is pretty good going!
So what is home to you? I would love to know.
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