What does Home mean?

Security Blanket

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When I was a child, home meant Mom and Dad and my brother and sisters. It was where we ate supper together after a day at school.  It was a comfortable place where we were loved and cared for. Later, it was where family came together for holiday dinners and Christmas time to open presents together. As an adult, my home has become my sanctuary. It is the place I can go to escape from the stress of the day. It is where I am safe from the outside world. I can do what I want, when I want. It is where I go to spend time with my husband of 41 years. It is where things are comfortable and close at hand. I know where everything is and there are no surprises. It is where I can watch tv, or read, or blog. I am surrounded by my belongings and it represents my security blanket. It is where I belong. It is my place. It is my home.

About estherlou

My husband and I married in 1970. I am the mother of 2 and grandmother to 5. I share my health stories and my experiences with Thrive. I am reading and writing blogs, watching tv, making jewelry and rosaries, selling in my Etsy store and playing solitaire. I am home bound and add in my physical therapy exercises to my daily routine. I will blog about my progress or anything that catches my attention at that moment. See you around and thanks for stopping by!
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3 Responses to What does Home mean?

  1. I’ve been gone for a while but have been going down my list trying to touch base with everyone. To try and do it through emails has been daunting. Over a 1000. Yikes! It seems easier just to pop by those I know and say hello. I’m glad I did. What a wonderful post that was. It reminded me of holidays at home surrounded by family. ((sigh)) Sadly now both of my parents are gone, and it seems us kids just don’t get together anymore the way we should. But oh the memories….


  2. adalamar says:

    I love this post. It is everything you want home to be. 🙂


  3. hugmamma says:

    sounds like everything i’d say…right down to 41 years of marriage… 🙂


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