“Home is where the heart is.”
As the years pass, this phrase begins to have more meaning for me. No longer does the word “home” bring to mind bricks and mortar. Instead, the image that comes to me is of the people that create my home with me: my husband and children. Wherever we are, together, that is where I feel the love, joy and security that they have brought into my life. The children’s chatter seem to bind our lives together, creating a sense of belonging and acceptance.
Our home is more than the four walls that surround us. It is more than the chairs we lounge on, or the bric-a-brac that is scattered around the place we live in. Our home travels with us when we go on holiday – whether it is for a weekend or a month. Our home is what we make of it, as people, and cannot be quantified and boxed.
My heart is filled with love: given and received. And because I have this, I have a home. “Home is where the heart is.” And my home is large indeed.
(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt given this week by Lisa-Jo Baker)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013