This Is Our Lives

I've lived in a variety of houses and flats  during my life time, in a variety of towns and cities, all varying in size and decorating styles. But, the one thing that they've all had in common was that they were home. So how come that where ever I find myself, what ever the circumstances that find me there and structure of the building I'm living in, I feel at home. The answer is simple, for me home is not about the material possessions around me or the building which I live in, my home is made by those I care about and who care about me.

It is my family, my husband and my son who make my home today. Before that my parents and brothers and sisters, It is them who care enough about me to try and ensure that I feel safe and happy and want to come home. It is them who accept me as I am without criticism or expecting me to change. My family don't judge me, they don't consider how I look, what I own or how much money I have. They do care about sharing my life, the good times and the bad, about sharing memories.

To me home is not a house constructed of bricks and mortar, it's somewhere that I can feel safe and relax away from the pressures of the world. Yes, sometimes I wish for a plusher, more contemporary house, but that would not make it any more a home than what I currently have. For me the old saying is true, home is where the heart is.