HOME

Home isn’t necessarily a place or residence. 

It’s a sound. 

It’s a smell. 

It’s a feeling. 

It’s family stories. 

It’s traditions. 

It’s a culture and it’s an identity 

It’s often a memory, and a structure that provides an anchor of sort’s. 

It can be a dream or a feeling of coziness. 

It can bring back emotional reminders of the people who’ve impacted your childhood. 

It’s that cold winter day that makes you thankful for the warmth within your heart.

When you grow up as a city girl like I did, it can be the loud sirens and clanging trains or honking buses that remind you of yesteryears home. 

For me, it’s sights and sounds of pigeons on the rooftop and walking on cobblestone paths. 

It’s the open air market lined with fresh produce, meat and seafood stands. 

Wanting to go home is a sensory experience and it’s a reminder of good things. 

Yes, it’s in those moments when a sight, sound, smell or feeling can bring you to a place where memories give you that sensation of being there, that’s the moment an individual's inner world, values, and life’s journey is built. 

Reminiscent of days gone by, but taking time out of the today’s, and doing the simplest task becomes a new journey. It’s one of life’s fulfillments and pleasures. That is HOME 

Take time and the journey ahead and write what home means to you…

Blessings 

(For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God. Hebrews 4:3)