When home isn't home any more.
I'm in Chicago right now with my Mom. My dad traveled to Southern Illinois for a class reunion of the first class he ever taught. So, I drove up North to spend some quality time with my Mom.
I'm in the house where I grew up, where I spent the majority of my teenage years. We moved into this house when I was in 6th grade and I lived here until I left for college. What's really odd, is that it doesn't feel like home anymore. Why is that??
I think it's partly because my family (hubby, kids, and dog) are not here. In fact, I'm amazed at just how quiet it is here. No one has yelled since I got here. I haven't had to intervene in any fights, and no little mutt has jumped on top of my while I have been sleeping.
And I guess that's it. Home is more about family than it is a place. And while my life at "home" right now may be very chaotic at times, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
So tonight I'm going out with my mom. We may even stay out late--very late. And although I'm an adult, I can't help but think I'll feel just a tinge of anxiety about missing my curfew and "sneaking" back into the house. Although this may not be home anymore some "feelings" never change!
6 comments:
that is sweet that you get to hang with your mommy. i guess that it's a little weird to break curfew WITH your mom! :)
I know that feeling about it NOT being home anymore. It is a weird feeling...almost sad and nostalgic at the same time!
Wishing you many happy memories this weekend with your mommy. Have fun, break curfews, and stay up REALLY late talking and sharing- that is the best thing!
Have a safe trip back home too- praying for ya siesta!! Love ya!
"home is more about family than it is a place"
i am so learning that right now! i just moved out of my parents house (just graduated from college) for the first time...moved states actually!...and LOVE it here, but am finding that it's the people i surround myself with that really make it...not the house or job or anything else...but my roommates, who are my family right now. :)
hope you're having a great trip back at "home"!!
I am cracking up because I have been checking your blog constantly and just realized that I had you saved under favorites under one of your older posts and it kept coming up and I thought you had not updated your blog in awhile!
Ok so I love the realization that home is where your heart is - not where you lived. It is just so fun to spend time with those you love!
Much love,
Kim
Yes. Home is where your heart is.
Our homes from our childhood may not be home anymore to us, but our family is our home wherever we are.
I pray you had a fantastic time!
Love you siesta!
I loved this post Cheryl!! So, what did you and your momma do to keep you out past your curfew? :o)
I agree, home is more about family than it is a place.
Have a blessed week.
Love,
Patty
oh how i wish i had a house that i lived in for longer than 5 years growing up. i feel homeless, but am determined to make southern Illinois my home!!!
hope you had a blast with your mommma!!
Love, Leigh
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