I’ve been thinking a lot about “home” lately, probably because I haven’t felt like I have had one for a little while.
I recently decided to rent a little apartment for the duration of this “in-between” time in my life, and I have to admit it was more than a little difficult and humbling to walk through it last week.
I didn’t expect to be 28 years old and taking what feels like giant steps backwards, but here I am, learning about this neat little thing called “perspective”.
And you know what? I’m going to be okay.
Because home isn’t about the location or the square footage or the materialistic objects inside. Home is about who you share it with.
Home is about how you feel going to a place and the people who make you feel that way. It’s a welcome, inviting, safe place, wherever it may be.
I’m blessed to get to continue to share my home with Piper and Lucy. No matter what kind of day I have had, I know I get to go home to them and they will be happy to see me. And that’s completely wonderful.
“Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.”