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SoCS – Home Sweet Home

It’s Saturday morning and time for SoCS again hosted, as always, by the lovely Linda Hill.

If you want to join in, head over to Linda’s and get the scoop on the rules. Here’s the subject for the day.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. Enjoy!

Home is such a far reaching word. It is used for so many different things. Computers, video games, GPS, sports, places, and of course our hearts.

I have lived in houses that we’re never homes. It takes a special magic to turn a house into a home. We lived in several different places in Florida, but there were only two houses that felt like home. 

It comes down to the sharing of that space and how we choose to live within those walls I think. Houses teeming with memories are easily turned in to homes. And if the old adage is true, home truly is where the heart is.

I remember well the day we told our grandson we were selling our house in Florida. It upset him so much it broke my heart. It was the place he came every summer starting when he was only four years old. Now that he is almost 21, he may not even remember it, but I sure do. 

I look back on my life with my nuclear family. We lived in four different houses, but the place that always felt like home was the Valley. I am so sad my grandmother’s house is not in our family anymore, but in a way it’s okay. The memories were slowllyerased over time. The little annoyances of doors that stick, and mars on the wall and unusual wall coverings were slowly remodeled away. When that happened, the house lost it’s soul. It became someone else’s house, not my home. But the Valley? It will always feel like home – the home of my youth.

Even though the Valley feels like home to the little girl in me, we now live in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains. It is where the bears, bobcats, foxes, and deer meander through our woody landscape. It is where an always too big Christmas tree goes up every year. It is the house where the grandkids may need to find a seat on the hearth of the fireplace when everyone comes to visit. It is the quiet place where morning light casts its warmth around the room. It is the sometimes too small space where we chose for the next phase of our lives – together, making new memories, and slowly turning this house into a home. 

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