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| Firemama |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 08:19:01 AM
I guess basically what/where is home. And what is the meaning of home? To you does home mean where mama is ? Or where you honey is? Where you own a home or where you rent? Is it 100 acres in the woods? Or a town house,can you really make your"home"anywhere?
I am hoping that when we are done house hunting,that it will feel like home for me. Cause right now I am not sure really where that is. I can say it is where my kids and dh are,but really we are in limbo because home is somewhere I havent found yet.I am not trying to complain,we have a roof over our head and my kids are warm.But where is home? Is it what I make it? Or is it somewhere waiting for me?
So I guess I would like to know what does home mean to YOU?
Mommy to 2
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| farmgirl blessings |
Posted - Nov 27 2007 : 3:25:37 PM
Like so many of you, home for me will always be wherever I am surrounded by those I love ~ I grew up in a little trailer court with only a patch of green and if I hadn't seen it for my own eyes as an adult, I'd still swear that tiny yard just went on for acres! It was the love & memories & special touches from mom that made it larger than life.
After reading so many of your touching stories, I am reminded that the same still holds true. So wherever I lay my head at night and am surrounded with love, I'm home!
Blessings, Lea
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| Nin |
Posted - Nov 20 2007 : 1:35:22 PM
oooh, that's a tough one. hubby is in california which has been home for the past 1.5 years, but right now I'm back in england with my family which has been home for 28 years. as soon as I get back out to cali, we'll be moving, so I don't really know where home is at all just yet. but I can't wait until that time comes when we do have a place that we can call our own and live TOGETHER!
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| Firemama |
Posted - Nov 09 2007 : 4:49:02 PM
I love hearing what your idea of home is.Mine isnt too different from yours. But with all your replys and talking w/ some dear friends of mine,I realize that home can change.And my home isnt REALLY MY home right now, but its A home where we are all together and happy.I do have moments when I have to tell myself,this isnt forever, but it is now.I am hoping and praying that soon, my home will be where I am ,where I have MY things and where I can run round Nekked if I want to, ;)
Mama to 2
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| Alee |
Posted - Nov 09 2007 : 4:40:47 PM
My idea of home...
Hmmm... I want a patch of land with a two level house surrounded by cottonwood trees. I want a green lawn stretching from my front door to a white picket fence with a flagstone path that wanders from a arched gate to my front door. In back I want to have a beautiful read barn with an indoor riding complex. Behind the house I want to have a huge garden, an orchard with apples, plums, grapes, cherries and pears. Off in the distance I want a good mix of a river, woods, cleared pastures, mountain riding trails and wild land. I want to be a little in the country, but close enough to town so we can still participate in family functions.
Did I mention I want my house to have a round tower where I can have the highest room for my home office?
I want to raise and breed Straight Egyptian Arabians, maybe have a riding school, and be as self-sufficient as possible.
I don't need a huge house, but I would like for it to be big enough for us all to be comfortable. I also want to have a big airy studio space for my mom to use when she comes and spends her days with me ;)
Alee
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| KellyA |
Posted - Nov 07 2007 : 1:26:28 PM
Ahhh...beautiful home you have...mine is very similar! My home is my husband and son. We live a mile from the farm my husband grew up in, and have done so since I got out of the Army in 1990. But, if my husband got a new job and moved us, I would still feel like I was home. I moved too much as a kid to attach myself to the actual building...it could be sold out from under you, lost in a fire, or whatever. The feeling of belonging and being home is, to me, in the people who love me and that I love.
Kelly
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| Peanut |
Posted - Nov 06 2007 : 7:11:14 PM
No doubt that home is with my husband and daughters, but I sure do love this place!
"What is a farm but a mute gospel?"
Ralph Waldo Emerson |
| kitchensqueen |
Posted - Oct 30 2007 : 4:37:30 PM
Home is where ever I hang my apron!
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| Onionhead |
Posted - Oct 30 2007 : 1:21:12 PM
Home to me is a strawberry salad with poppy seed dressing and red onions, oh and a glass of sweet tea! Home is getting to sit outside and relax with my chickee babies, talking on the phone to mama while daddy listens in on the other line. Home is my Family, my Friends and my Ani-critters too, which make me giggle on a daily basis. Home is far and near for me.....my mama and my daddy at one home and my hubby, chickees and kitty at my other home. My mamas voice is home to me, my daddys laugh is home to me, my hubby's kisses are home to me, the birds, the butterflies, Foxglove and Hibiscus are home to me....I could go on and on, but home to me are those things and more..... :) |
| AFMom |
Posted - Oct 30 2007 : 1:11:10 PM
Over the past 15 years we have moved almost as many times and lived in many types of houses...apts,townhouses, military housing, suburbs and now I am back in my hometown in a very old house out in the country! It may seem like everyone's dream to have a house out in the country, but in reality home is never what you live in...it is WHO you are with. All the houses we have lived in were special because of the memories made with the people who we were with....I have truly loved all of our homes.
This time it is ecspcially hard for all of us (my 3 children and I) to feel like this beautiful old house is our home because we are missing a very important extension of our family living here...their Dad, my DH. We moved here a few days before he deployed to Iraq...he was only here to help set up the big items. He will visit in January and when he returns from Iraq in a year, we will move with him to whereever the AF needs him. No matter how hard I try to make this place feel like home with all of our treasures, pictures...I planted gardens...it still does not feel like home. The kids and I have discussed this in length and we all feel the same way and agree that it is because he isn't here and he will never get to enjoy this house....so I am reminded again that home is not where you live, but it is the loved ones you have with you..we could be in a tent in the middle of nowhere and if we are all together...that is home....sorry to be so sentimental, I just feel this way alot lately. In my dining room is a plaque that also reads, "Home is where the Air Force sends us" and that is partly true...home is who you are with. Hugs, Erica |
| paradiseplantation |
Posted - Oct 30 2007 : 08:10:04 AM
My home is in God's hands and Randy's heart. Basically, anywhere those two are, is home. Where we lay our heads down at night has also become my home. I just got back from Tennessee helping my uncle close up his house so he can move to Texas to be closer to his boys (his wife, my aunt, died about a month ago). I was itching to stretch my legs a bit, so I agreed to go help. It didn't take me an hour to really start missing Randy, my home, my critters, my 60 acres of peace, quiet, freedom and contentment. I made it through the six days, but when I got home, I immediately got out of my car, grabbed my dogs and took a walk to the pond and through the pastures. While walking, I realized that Dorothy and Toto really knew what they were talking about. And when Randy pulled in (he was out on a job when I got home), I felt the completion in my heart. Just call me Dorothy (or Toto, if you'd rather), but there really ISN'T any place like home, for me, and I don't think I'll be leaving it again for any length of time. At least, without my dh!
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| Carol Sue |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 10:45:12 PM
The phrase Home is where my heart is, comes to mind a lot. Home is my family, my friends, the relationships that I have. Each of my relationships is a part of my home. It is the community within which I live and love and laugh and cry. It is those who are there for me in the good and the bad, seeing me just as I am and accepting that, like I accept them.
A wonderful friend told me a long time ago to learn to "occupy" the place where I live. Make it my own whether it is for a week or a day, make it my own space. We have moved a lot in our lives and that really really helped me. Whether it was just a pot of flowers that were mine and made it my space or splashing paint on the walls. Whatever helps you own the space where you are at.
Amanda, you are a gift given to me in ways you cannot even imagine. And everyday I am grateful for the gift. Love ya girl,
Carol Sue
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| CountryBorn |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 6:04:20 PM
Home to, me is where I feel peace and connected to the things that make my spirit happy and content. Nature is a big thing to me, so I love our land. It goes without saying that my husband and daughter and grandchildren and dear friends are the core of home to me.I think it is being surrounded by all that your heart and soul need to feel complete and content.Coziness and laughter and feeling yourself just relax when you walk in the door.
MJ
There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do. Freya Stark |
| Aunt Jenny |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 4:19:12 PM
Home is where I park my cow!! Seriously..I hope to never move again..but have moved SOOOO many times in my adult life that I make whereever I am home as quick as I can. Home used to be my grandma's house..now I live in a very very old house that reminds me alot of her house.
Jenny in Utah
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| Firemama |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 3:53:43 PM
Thanks ladies for all your responses, I am still searching for Home, somedays I feel at peace and that I AM home when I am surrounded by family. But with not alot of family its been a little lonely, Thank God for a few friends like ,CarolSue and Teresa pulling me out of my funk almost everyday,lol. I am hoping to find my "home sweet home" soon.
Melissa thats cute!
Mommy to 2
Your FreckleFaced Farm Girl!!
http://myfarmdreams.blogspot.com/
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| MarinesWife |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 2:02:01 PM
Home is where the Marine Corps sends us,
.....for now. :)
Melissa
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| Past Blessings |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 1:07:40 PM
For me home is where we can all be ourselves. I can run around in sweats and no make-up with my hair going in all directions if I please. I can slouch, I can be grumpy, I can be happy for stupid reasons, I can be ME. And my family can be themselves too. It is a place where freedom reigns and all pretense and phony smiles are set aside. We are very happy in our home just being ourselves. It isn't always spotless and I am not always Martha Stewart, but it is always our refuge. We are seriously hoping to move from suburbia to the country and our house is on the market. But that is the house. Home is the atmosphere within the house. It is who we are and our freedom to be ourselves that makes the home.
Hugs & blessings,
Brenda
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| Annika |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 10:57:22 AM
I've been a tumbleweed all my life, so to me "HOME" ="SECURITY". At the moment, until another path and a new chapter of my life drops in my lap, Home is first off where my sweetie and pets are. I have about an acre of garden space/yard and I own the faded blue manufactured home that sits on it, but not the land. We are still looking for our little farm. But for now the security of my own place to live is HOME.
Wishing you joy in small things and peace in your heart
Annika
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| junkjunkie |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 10:24:52 AM
I guess you can make anything into a home, if you have the emotional attachment. You can live in the grandest mansion or palace, and feel left cold...or in a little shack or hut, and feel like it's the best place in the world. There's a IKEA commercial that I've seen that showed all kinds of homes briefly...like a penthouse, a farm, a modest suburban house, even a cardboard make-shift home of a person living on the street. It advertised that there are all kinds of homes. I thought that was clever.
"To have life in focus, we must have death in our field of vision." Benedictine monk John Main |
| KYgurlsrbest |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 08:41:16 AM
Let's see....I travelled so much as a younger person--boarding school, apartments in NYC and London, and eventually, back to Kentucky, a place I'd never thought I'd return to. I've not been real settled or had a "home" in my little life until a few years ago.
I married (the first time)and we rented the little white cottage house I eventually bought after our divorce. It was never home when I lived there with him. It became home to me later, I think in part, because it was such a struggle to keep it, working 3 jobs and trying to keep up. But my old dog, Lily was there (and she died there), and my cats, and though I had little furniture, we were warm and cozy in the winter, and the pantry was full of dog and cat food, and I was comfortable--ALMOST content. The first spring after my divorce, I used (1) of my little paychecks to buy perennials and dug the heck out of that yard to make it my own--we've built on it every year since. I've been there 10 years, now. In that time I remarried, and though our little house has wood floors that slant, and a cellar that spooks me out, it has faithfully kept us warm and dry. We added an organic garden bed to the side yard, and found blackberries in our lower naturalized yard this summer.We live there with 4 happy dogs and 3 happy cats.
When the lights in the living room are turned on at the end of the day, looking in from the outside, no matter what season, our little "home" looks inviting, and filled with warmth and love.
In sum, I changed (and later, "we" changed) that little house from a bleak and unhappy place to our refuge, and the place we seek out at the end of our busy days. That's what home is to me.
"She was built like a watch, a study in balance ... with a neck and head so refined, like a drawing by DaVinci"...
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| Marybeth |
Posted - Oct 25 2007 : 08:26:16 AM
Home is where your heart is happy. Our first house immediatly became home because I loved it. It was our little farm where we raised kids and animals. We lived there 30+ years until progress rolled right over us. It all gone now. Where I am living now is also home to me and I love it----but nothing will erase the memories of that first little place.
So Amanda you will know when your heart tells you--'Baby this is IT'. MB
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