I posted that line on Facebook the other day – “Home is where the ___ is” – and my friends had a LOT to say.
Cat puke, Coffee pot, Box with your pants in it, Kelly (my partner), Bourbon, Reality, Laughter, Missing library book, Mirror ball. Clearly, I am not the only person who thinks about these things, which is a relief because if you’ve been reading my blog since I stopped telling only stories about my darling daughter, Miss E, you know I’ve put a lot of thought into what makes a house a home. And it’s not the kind of thing I like to think about just on my own.
Which reminds me: I’m sorry I left you alone last Friday with your thoughts (what were they? I’m dying to know) but I was sick and lost inside a blanket during my weekly writing date with myself. My daughter wrote me a note to share with you all on a restaurant place mat, but the the very efficient waitress cleared it, never to be seen again. It said something like, “Mommy is sorry she can’t write her blog today, but she’s sick and exhausted and needs her rest so she can work.” I made my family leave the restaurant early and tuck me into bed at 7:15 p.m.
But here I am again with a handful of musings and a Haiku from my honey on “Home.”
…Bubbles in the bath.
…Cozy lap blankets and smart television drama.
…Dogs two-deep on the couch.
…A side table for my beer and a perfectly-sized foot stool.
…Glee, reverberating through every room in the house.
…Young people in the basement, whose voices sometimes carry through the vents. (Gasp!)
Home is not
…A wall of boxes, short tempers, a slowly emptying fridge. Not usually.
…A bourbon barrel photo from Kentucky, framed on the wall.
…Snow on the trees, just outside my window.
…Embers. Hot, orange.
…Honey lemon tea, slowly sipped.
…A crime drama on television in the next room, and a sleeping third grader upstairs.
Home is not…
…A place. Not really. Not to me.
I asked my Honey and Miss E what home was to them and the dogs.
…Coziness and proper lighting.
…A new toy.
…A book with coziness. (“You don’t have to say new toy anymore – it’s a new book!”)
…A new bed.
…For the dogs? Us. Their people.
…A new tiny blanket for the dachsund. (“Because she is a small thing!”)
…Friends who drop by. For pizza or Thai food. Or just to say, “hi.”
…The perfect place to sleep.
And this ~
Warmth and laughter, light and love
For us it is Home
Tuesday, we begin making our new house a home. Wish us luck!