Written for Lisa-Jo’s Five-Minute Friday.

I’ve lived in the same house all seventeen years of my life. My daddy was raised in our small town since he was a baby. We love our life here, and the memories that we’ve made.

I love going other places, too.  I enjoy visiting famous sites and drinking in the beauty of new scenery. I’ve been to over thirty states in the U.S., and I rarely spend summers at home. If I can’t travel somewhere physically, I read books to envision myself there. I never know whether to describe myself as a homebody or travel-lover, because I love both.

Home is the 1970s, brown plaid couch that we’ve never updated. It’s the couch we’ve laid on when we’re sick and the couch where we’ve watched countless movies together.

Home is my creaky canopy bed and our cozy wood fire. Home is our kitchen where we can name which drawer someone is opening just by the sound.

Home is also our small farming town with one yellow blinking light and a legendary town rooster. The place where Carhartts are just as fashionable as skinny jeans.

I won’t be living in this house, this town many months longer. So right now, I’ll soak in the sights and sounds that I love about our home. Like George Bailey and the loose railing post on the staircase, I’ll try to appreciate the odd quirks in our house. I’ll try to laugh rather than be annoyed by my family members’ idiosyncrasies.

Because I love my life, and the home where I’ve lived it.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gabrielle
    Mar 08, 2013 @ 22:16:57

    Isn’t it great that no matter how many states we travel to that we can always come back to the comfort of home (quirks and all)?


  2. Laura Hedgecock
    Mar 09, 2013 @ 02:14:47

    I hope this house is always a place you can come home to.


  3. Gretchen Louise
    Mar 09, 2013 @ 03:42:45

    Love this. So many fun memories of the home we both grew up in. I think we will always have a sentimental attachment to that couch. 😉


  4. Samantha
    Mar 16, 2013 @ 16:39:39

    I feel the same way about my home of almost 24 years. 🙂 We don’t even have a blinking light though; just stop signs 🙂


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