My grandparents' home is the single, most constant home I have ever known. I moved about quite a lot as a child. When people ask me, "Where are you from?" or "Where did you grow up?" I have to stop and think "should I give them the complete rundown or not?" It's a complicated, emotional question for me. Although, I do believe that I have been able to take all the positives from my childhood and create a better self because of it. I do have the ability to easily acclimate myself to different situations possibly better than some. And I've met some of the most diverse, amazing people along the way. I don't want my parents (all of them) to feel badly about the amount of moving we did - that is not my intent. My intent though is to provide a loving, stable home for my own children. It's important to me. And my grandparents might have a little something to do with this fact. I won't kid you or me - I do get feelings of wanderlust, and love to travel. I believe it's part of my genetic makeup, or a learned trait. Either way, it exists. I won't deny it. However, when I visit my paternal grandmother's home (my grandfather is no longer with us) it's as though time has lapsed for a short while. Time stands still here for me. When I walk through her door, I'm that little girl I once was all those many years ago.
My MomMom decorates for every holiday. She takes extra special care of her treasures, and her home. At 90, you will find her climbing ladders to clean cobwebs or gutters, weeding in her yard, keeping her home immaculate and she still finds time to have fun with family & friends. I love my grandmother dearly. She's a rock, and she'll always remain that way to me. I am grateful for her love. My family and I spent Thanksgiving at her home yesterday. It was a wonderful feast of food, good cheer, happiness, and friends & family. This is home to me, where I grew up.
I hope you also enjoyed a feast for the senses in the place you call home. Because as they say, Home is where the Heart is.
Thank you for viewing, friends! :)
With love & light,
and much gratitude,
Barb
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