Home is where the heart is, or so they say. I love my home and the city where I live. This wasn’t always the case and it isn’t what I imagined it would be, but it is true nonetheless.
My house is a small house, but it is one that both my husband and I fell in love with. We have since discovered that neither one of us likes to do home projects, so maybe a house was not exactly the right decision. However, I still love it. It is even more amazing now that I have the updated kitchen, with all the things that we picked out to be our dream space. I am grateful to have a space that is ours.
The other place in the world that we would both love to be is Sevilla. If the economy in Spain were better, that is where we would be. I am thankful for the time that I got to spend there. I am also thankful that Ramon was willing to leave his home and come here to be with me.
The last thing I am grateful for is the home I lived in as a child. Madison is my hometown, and I love it there. Our house was in a newly constructed subdivision and we had tons of kids to play with. There were fun neighborhood get-togethers and I was able to run around and through the bike paths and neighborhood paths. I loved our house. I am grateful for the time that we had there and the stability of my younger years.
What comes to mind for you when you think of home? I would love to hear from you in the comments!
Home for me, while growing up as an only child with my divorced mom. We often moved from apartment to apartment on the south, west, north and east side of Chicago. Changing schools was very difficult, however, having the El and buses that ran every 15 minutes allowed me to stroll the Art Institute, the Aquarium, and other museums including the Chicago Historical and my favorite, the Museum of Science and Industry. I was riding the El downtown alone by 9 years old. Loved Lake Michigan and the variety of ethnic neighborhoods and of course the food. After I married, I had my first two babies in different apartments. Finally we had to move to Madison for my husbands job. For me it felt like a foreign country. We bought our first little house but after a 3rd babe came along we bought a larger home with a huge attic. Took me some time but I eventually fell in love with Madison. Now, alone in a small apartment (once again) living downtown, with walking access to to almost everything and near my grandson. I am once again in my element and a very content gal.