Home Is Where The Heart Is

Life happens. We grow older. We leave people and we leave homes. People leave us and people leave our homes. Have you every thought about why our heart still holds onto the memories of these places that we either lived in or visited? I wondered. So, I started asking these questions aloud.

Which homes hold your favorite childhood memories?

Which homes hold the holiday traditions of your childhood?

Which homes carried the aroma of your favorite meal or dessert?

Which homes did you like to visit, as a child, to feel spoiled?

Which homes did you like to visit, as a child, to feel safe?

We didn’t realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun. ~Author Unknown

Which homes now hold your favorite memories?

Which homes now hold your holiday traditions?

Which homes now carry the aroma of your favorite food?

Which homes do you visit now to feel loved, spoiled, or safe?

Which homes do you wish that you could still visit today?

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Do you remember the places that hold your best memories?

Was it the kitchen?

Was it the family room?

Was it the playroom?

Was it the secret hiding place in, under, or around the home?

Was it the front porch, or the back patio?

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Do you remember particular items of the home that hold your best memories?

Was it a kitchen or dining table?

Was it a couch or recliner?

Was it a framed photo, painting, or plaque?

Was it the carpet style or area rug?

Was it a certain cup, bowl, plate, serving dish, or cookie jar?

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Did you answer any question based on the square footage size of the home?

Did you answer any question based on the neighborhood location?

Did you answer any question based on the condition of the home?

I am guessing that you probably did not.

As I answered each question, I recognized that my heart did not remove certain homes from my memory bank because of their size, location, condition, or fixtures.

My memories have remained because of the joy that I felt in each of those homes. What I recognized the most was the importance of the people. It was the people in those homes that made me feel loved, safe, happy, or comfortable. They belonged to special family and friends.

So, stop worrying about the little things. Stop worrying if you think that your house is not big enough to invite guests over. Stop worrying if your house is “a little messy” if someone stops by; chances are, they are not stopping by to inspect your home. It’s the love, laughter, food, and/or positive energy that keeps them coming over. Create memories, not guilt.

“It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.” ~Author Unknown

A home carries memories. A home holds holiday traditions. A home has the aroma of your favorite meal or dessert. A home is where a person goes to feel safe. A home is where a person goes to feel loved.

Home IS where the heart is.

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One Comment

  1. Thanks for the memories that came back.

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