Everyone that visits comments on my new house. "It looks just like you" "I love your house" "How cute"----but somehow it still didn't feel like home. I have had great fun putting it all together---but at times of great stress I would find myself headed back to Vienna without even thinking.
This weekend I have discovered once again what makes a house a home----crushed cheerios in the rug, spilled milk on the chair, a floor with not one square inch not covered with something, dirty dishes in every room, dirty clothes on every floor, toys in the yard& on the drive & in the garage, unmade beds, shouts of joy, tears of babies, shared meals, shared laughter, the melee of everyone talking, sweet toddler voices, and a baby's babble.
A mess---that's what makes a home---a huge wonderful--fun filled--lovable mess.
2 comments:
But, but I never saw your Vienna house in a mess! It was always neat and orderly even when Camille was a toddler. All that lovable mess represents having children around, and they will still bring that mess back periodically. I think home is where we feel most comfortable. You don't yet sound comfortable in this new phase of your life, but in time it will become easier for you. Really, it will.
Yes!!
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