The challenge today was to write about this question.
If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?
Oh, home; the place where I find solace and comfort and familiarity and family. Could I ever live a nomadic life, home base stripped away? No, that is an easily answered question for me.
I love my mornings at home, rolling out of my king size bed, well rested and ready for a new day. I relish in padding off to the kitchen to pop in my favorite coffee and wait for the keurig to do its job. This is my favorite part of the day, when all is quiet, and the day is like a fresh, clean slate ready to be filled with experiences.
Coffee in hand, I either sit on the couch or take a walk outside to sit on the dock. This depends largely on the weather and our mosquito season. I spend some time in devotions and prayer to fuel my spirit and begin my journey toward another sunset.
I feel safe and at ease in the bosom of this home. It doesn’t matter if family is present or not; because there are so many memories. I only need to pull one up like a movie in my mind to remember the details of days gone by; of new babies arriving for the first time, running children and laughter, packing up rooms as kids move away, and making same rooms ready for visits.
Just knowing that my girls have this home base, however simple it is, is very important to me. Their memories are here. I know that if we were forced to move, we could make new memories and establish that same homey feeling, but I would so miss the memories.
For me, home is where I feel strong and grounded. These walls seem to envelop me with a hug that says, “You are safe here”. Silly? Maybe. A little overboard? Possibly. But, my home is truly a part of me and the joys of making others feel at home here is a pleasure that will go on until I reach my final days and go to my eternal home.
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