A House is not a Home
The entirety of my adult life has been charachterized by a major theme. One thing I can describe about it for certian is being Nomadic. In the space of 2 years I moved more then 6 times. Even in the last 4 years I've moved at least 3 times.
Today I realzied for the very first time that I've never made my "house" my "home" Just because I have nomadic tendancies doesn't mean that where I live can't be my home. I've always treated my residence as a place to go when I'm not at work or with loved ones. Its like a switched flipped in my brain today.
I want to make the aparment I share with my husband a home.
I want it to be personal to us.
I want it to house more then just our stuff, but our personalities as well.
I want someone to be able to walk in and know that this is OUR space (with out it being over bearing of course).
Part of me knows that these feelings are partly induced by my rediculous hormones, but that doesn't make it any less true. Even if we live in our new apartment for 2 years or 10, I want it to be a home for our family.
Today I realzied for the very first time that I've never made my "house" my "home" Just because I have nomadic tendancies doesn't mean that where I live can't be my home. I've always treated my residence as a place to go when I'm not at work or with loved ones. Its like a switched flipped in my brain today.
I want to make the aparment I share with my husband a home.
I want it to be personal to us.
I want it to house more then just our stuff, but our personalities as well.
I want someone to be able to walk in and know that this is OUR space (with out it being over bearing of course).
Part of me knows that these feelings are partly induced by my rediculous hormones, but that doesn't make it any less true. Even if we live in our new apartment for 2 years or 10, I want it to be a home for our family.