Sunday, December 30, 2012

Home Sweet Home

I have been organizing photos lately in an attempt to get control of the ever growing amount of digital images in my life. In doing so, I have also come into possession of many family photos. Old photos I have never seen. Photos of my family, of my life, of my old home. Photos that tell a tale of who I am and where I come from. One of my favorite photos, is this photo of the home I grew up in. Houses are so much more than wood and glass, they help shelter, comfort, and shape you. I feel like my old house lead me to love old things. It was filled with them, and I loved that. It made me appreciate gardening and landscaping from the beauty that surrounded it. It lead me to want cozy rooms, not big open spaces. It taught me to want a space that a family could spread out and grow in. Indeed, it taught me about who I was and what I wanted. I work hard to make sure my house is all these things. Security, warmth, and a place to help shape my children. With every project, improvement, and dream, I strive to make this home all that my old home was to me.