Is home a location or a feeling?
Have you ever been on vacation and said, “Let’s go home” and actually meant the hotel room?
We’ve been married for 5 ½ years and have moved 5 times. Mark is my home.
We’re finally “settled” from our latest move. We have friends in the same situation as we are [owning a house in a different state than you live], and they’ve offered us the opportunity to house sit for them until the house sells. Nice arrangement, I’d have to say.
Well honestly, at first, it felt more than awkward…they’re living in another state while we’re living in their home, with their belongings, their smells, their sounds, and it took Mark and I a while to get our routines together. However, we’ve made it. We now know which doors stick, the chimes on the grandfather clock aren’t haunted, which direction to vacuum the carpet in order to get the nice patterns, how long the dishwasher takes for a load to finish, how long it takes Mark to mow the lawn, and so forth, and so on.
So, suffice to say, even though our locality is transient, it’s so good to be here w/ my slice!
Mark is my home…but for location’s sake…Home sweet home…