Last night as I laid in bed thinking about how much I like our apartment, I realized that there hasn't been a single moment that I have missed the place that I called home for seven years. But there have been many occasions that I have thought about how much I like our new home - even if it is an apartment, and even if it is temporary. And while I very much look forward to being able to purchase a home that is our own, I am content in this place.
This whole thing got me thinking about what home really is to me. I know it is cliche, and I guess deep down I knew long ago that home isn't really a what but a "who." But it wasn't until that moment that I felt the weight of the saying, “A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams." It feels like times are tough for us right now, but the reality is that we really haven't given up too many luxuries. And we have a long way to go before we'd be without a roof over our heads. Things are looking good for us in the financial near future. But whatever the future may hold for us, I've learned that wherever we live, home will always be a comfortable place as long as we are together.
2 comments:
awww... very heartfelt!
Very well said, Becki. Love it!
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