So why am I even asking this question in an October Thought? What do non
haunted houses have to do with October anyway? Simply put, the month makes me both
nostalgic and contemplative. I take out my decorations and reminisce about
holidays gone by and what I was doing back then. I think about how my life has
progressed or stalled. I think about where I am going to put this year’s décor and
think of where I have arranged things in the past. I have a freakishly odd
memory when it comes to this kind of stuff. I can recall where I got almost all
of my decorations and where I have put them over the years. Sometimes I can’t
remember my own phone number and occasionally I space out on my own name, but
decoration locations, I’m golden, I’d win a trivia contest on it if there was
such a thing….anyway back to home.
Home is where I can be the most me possible. It’s where I feel safe and
comfortable. I can walk through it in my jammies with my pumpkin socks singing
Thriller with not a care in the world. Home is where I can curl up on the couch
and read as the rain pelts down on the roof. At home I can paint my toenails
October colors by firelight and listen to the sounds of the high school
football game floating up from the valley. Home is a place I can festoon with
seasonal frippery and fill with the smells of autumnal baked goods. Home is
where my things are, where my family is and where I welcome my friends. Home is
where I can rest and make memories.
However, when I’m on a trip, I find myself calling my hotel room home. My friends’
houses are home, so is my church. Places I have lived before are also home. If
I’m on a long trip, or watching a double feature at the drive-in, my truck is
home. The concept of home seems to have many facets just like love. The idea of
home means something different for everyone, or maybe it doesn’t. Some don’t
have a home and some only consider home a state of mind.
All I know is that this evening, when I was watching
the sun fade over the horizon, my home was back lit with this golden shimmer
and it pulled on my heart strings. There it was, my home, and it got me to
thinking, hence this post. So, what does home mean to you? I’d really like to
know.
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