Home is where the heart is.........
Finding this prompt hard so there's the first quote that came to mind.
Interesting though. I'd love for my home to be a place where people meet, where people feel safe and 'at home'. Where people can come, visit, stay a while, relax, feel comfortable to make their own brews (probably important as I'm a rubbish hostess), and enjoy themselves. In reality, I often feel a bit twitchy when I have people in my house. At the weekend, I had 4 of Esther's friends to stay for a sleepover for her birthday. Part of me loved it - they we very well behaved. And part of me felt very uncomfortable having them there. A bizarre two sided thing!
I love going to other people's homes. I like noseying to see what they are like, how they are decorated, etc. I like being where I feel at home. I have a few friends whose houses feel like that. Where I can put my feet up on the sofa (without shoes, obviously!), where I can be me, where I can relax.
I love my home when it is filled with my family. When it is empty, it can be a lonely place, a quiet place. I should take advantage of the peaceful times, but to me, home feels empty without my girls.
I think home may be where the heart is. Or at least where love is. Where love is felt and returned.
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