It got me thinking…what exactly is HOME?
Home to me are my parents…riding in the back seat of their car now as a 37 year old and it still feels like I’m 10.
Home to me is my brother, Hans, and going to Nibley with his daughter Lauren…the park we used to scour and explore together as children.
Home to me is my grandma…who still bakes us cookies when she comes to visit...and who still dresses stylish at 80 something years old.
Home to me are my aunts and uncles…who have always made me feel loved and special and who came to see us while at my parents’ house.
Home to me are my many friends…who I can be me with…and I am loved just as I am…and distance has not separated our hearts one bit.
Home to me is my 2nd family—Buddy’s...who are part of me now and who love our children so fiercely it brings tears to my eyes.
Home to me is our church family at CVCC...just being there on a Sunday you know you are home.
HOME
Home is where the heart is, and where my loved ones gather, I am home.
I remember in college that my parents moved to Florida for my dad’s job. I think for each of my 4 years of college they lived in a different home: Glendale, Tarpon Springs (rental one year and the house they built the next) and finally Winter Park. During college and all the fun it is, you still long to be home for Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter and for the summer. You just want to be home...with your family. And although my parents had to move each year, what I remember thinking at that time was that it didn’t matter what house they lived in…what new city or town…but whatever house we were all in together made it HOME. My parents and brother made it home.
Just having been ‘home’ to Los Angeles, it was wonderful to be able to spend time with our family and friends who we love so very much. L.A. is no longer ‘home’ to us, yet being with our loved ones made it home to us for the time we were there.
But now coming back to Hamburg, our loved ones from California are not here…and yet the moment we stepped off the plane we felt HOME. The city of Hamburg and the people here have become home to us as well. So whether in California or Germany, we are home. We are thankful for our forever home in California and we are thankful for our new home here in Hamburg. It is always good to be home. Familiar faces and sights...familiar tastes and smells...and most importantly, a whole lot of love.
Home is where the heart is.
*all pics were taken during our 2nd week in California, on our trip up to Northern Cal
Home to me is our church family at CVCC...just being there on a Sunday you know you are home.
HOME
Home is where the heart is, and where my loved ones gather, I am home.
I remember in college that my parents moved to Florida for my dad’s job. I think for each of my 4 years of college they lived in a different home: Glendale, Tarpon Springs (rental one year and the house they built the next) and finally Winter Park. During college and all the fun it is, you still long to be home for Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter and for the summer. You just want to be home...with your family. And although my parents had to move each year, what I remember thinking at that time was that it didn’t matter what house they lived in…what new city or town…but whatever house we were all in together made it HOME. My parents and brother made it home.
Just having been ‘home’ to Los Angeles, it was wonderful to be able to spend time with our family and friends who we love so very much. L.A. is no longer ‘home’ to us, yet being with our loved ones made it home to us for the time we were there.
But now coming back to Hamburg, our loved ones from California are not here…and yet the moment we stepped off the plane we felt HOME. The city of Hamburg and the people here have become home to us as well. So whether in California or Germany, we are home. We are thankful for our forever home in California and we are thankful for our new home here in Hamburg. It is always good to be home. Familiar faces and sights...familiar tastes and smells...and most importantly, a whole lot of love.
Home is where the heart is.
*all pics were taken during our 2nd week in California, on our trip up to Northern Cal
4 comments:
Enjoyed my visit to your blog and will be back often to read more....Love making new blog friends..
Krista-
Beautiful post! Wonderfully written. I miss you already!I wrote a post introducing you to people on my blog so you might get some new visitors.
Welcome Home!
When I was younger, I travelled around a bit and I always had this silly little rucksack strapped to my back with my life inside it. It was lovely to get rid of it and settle down. Home IS where the heart is. Lovely post. x
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