Recently I went on vacation to visit my parents and twin sister. By myself. I hadn’t seen my folks in about 2.5 years so the visit was long overdue.
It. Was. Awesome.
Know what I did? I sat a lot. I ate a lot. I wore my yoga pants and slippers a lot. I got sunburned at my niece’s softball game. That was really the most active thing I did the whole time I was there; sat on the grass and watched 8-year-olds play softball.
It was rough.
I’m being sarcastic. It was amazing and relaxing and I felt so loved and taken care of and it made me reflect on what home means to me.
Home is chicken burritos from the best Mexican food place ever in life that just happens to be down the street from my parent’s house.
Home is singing off-key to loud music while driving around town with my sister.
Home is watching a Jeopardy marathon because my Dad recorded two weeks worth of the show because it’s a family thing… and a full-contact sport.
Home is playing pool and drinking beer with my Dad and sister.
Home is my sister jokingly throwing her slippers at me… and me throwing them outside.
Home is talking writing with my Mom while drinking coffee.
Home is lying on their couch which I helped pick out many moons ago.
Home is hiding my sister’s beverage whenever she left the room.
Home is the salty beach air shrinking my jeans… or maybe it was eating too much food.
There is something special about home. There is magic and joy and love when you’re in your home. It is more than a house. It’s experiences and pretty things. The experiences will come with time, but the pretty things I can do now. While I was at my parent’s house, I started wondering how I can best cultivate feelings of comfort in my own house. I want my kids to have fond memories of home and the decorative pieces, art, colors, etc. that make it a home.
I’ve now alerted Luke to the fact that I want a monthly stipend, if you will, to spend on things for the house. Organizational things, decorative things, wall art, etc. I want to make my home pretty. I want it to be a happy place. I want it to have spunk and personality. I want my kids to come over in 30 years once they have their own families and feel nostalgic and joy when they see items they’ve grown up with still decorating my house.
I want to make my house a home. It’s possible I’m nesting two years after the fact. But I’m tired of living in a crappy apartment and having it just look like a crappy apartment. I want more for my little home.
Any ideas? What makes your house a home?