Home and Family


Home. It means to much to so many. It may be a 500 ft sq loft. It could be a mansion or somewhere in the middle. Home though means comfort to us all. It is our safe space. It is our place where we can let down our hair, take off our shoes, and just relax. We have dinners here, we gather our loved ones for holidays, and it is where many school or work projects happen. Home is more then those four supporting walls, it is our space where we decorate it with whatever we want. Home contains all the things we need to survive. A wife, our kids,our clothes, and our bikes. It is where our personal accumulation of items are , but it is also a place where there is an accumulation of memories. Homes come in many forms and shapes, but even if it is just you in there, you are still making memories. 

Home is defined as: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

Fur Babies count as family in case you were asking. In the event of a fire would you NOT get your fur baby out? Oh yes you would! 

Family is a fluid term. I mean it does not mean a mom a dad and 2.5 kids. I mean it flows to include all you want to include as family. Your best friend from grade school. Your dad's best friend you call uncle Charles. It is a fluid term that allows you to gather whomever you want in your family. Your best friend has a baby and you know it is now family as well. You sister adopts a child and this loving child is now family. Family can grow, can shrink, can adapt to whatever you want it to.

My family consists of my sister, me , and my brother, but it is more. It is my fiance, it is my nieces now, it is the new kitty I got almost two years ago. It is my friends, my coworkers, and so much more. Families grow and then shrink when someone passes, but there is always room for more. Your home is like that too. It fills with family and they are your home. People move in and people move out. Your animals you adopt pass on and after some healing you adopt a new senior dog to give him great golden years. Family changes without us agreeing to it. We allow others to love us and we allow ourselves to love them back. 

As the holidays approach think about your home, your family, and who that all entails. Is there a coworker working far from home who could be your family for thanksgiving. Is there someone new to the neighborhood that you could invite and get to know and possible be a neighborhood family with? Think about all the love that exists in your home. Think of those four strong walls holding up your home and how you can be someone who holds open the home door and invites some new family in.

I hope this post finds you well, until next time family.

Your cousin/aunt/sister.coworker 
Debbie
xoox 

PS Give uncle Phillip my love ;)

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