Home.  I’ve been thinking a lot about home today.  What it means to me, what it means to others.  I have never been the type that needs to stay in the same spot.  Home to me will always be who I am surrounded by and the love that is contained in the walls.  John and I moved ten time in our first eight years of marriage.  We went from Montana to Texas and back to Montana in that time frame.  But I always knew that no matter the size of the house or the state we were in, home was where we were all together.

But just tonight while I was pulling into the driveway I had the strangest sensation.  I was home.  I do love our house.  I love how I feel when I come home and I love the people and memories it contains in its walls.  When I was working so much, I never really gave much thought to the place I woke and fell to sleep.  Any of the houses in Austin were much like the other.  Shelter, a place to be when not at work.  But now, having the time to sit on the back patio and read, to wander the rooms and straighten, to bake in the kitchen with music playing, home is taking on a new meaning.

I love my spot in the world and I feel like I am just getting to know it.  But one thing I know already is when I see this view while pulling into the driveway it makes me smile and breathe deep.  xxoo