I’ve been home for the past few days. My mom had eye surgery yesterday, so I decided to be there with her for the ordeal. Thoughts on home..
There is something about home that just makes everything feel so right, so ok. There is a layer of security that surrounds you and protects you from the rest of the world. Even after you leave home it never quite feels the same, but forever and always, home is special.
Why is home so special? Maybe it’s the smell of home cooked food or the cool draft of the old house. Maybe it is the way the floor creaks, the odd way the couch pillows are lumpy yet comfortable. Maybe it’s the carpet that gave me burn when I was 10, the magnet I made in the 2nd grade that’s still on the frig, or perhaps my Garfield comforter that I sleep with :). Even the towels seems softer and smell much nicer too(how does she do it). Maybe it is just being around people that love you unconditionally for who you are.
All the problems of the world seem to disappear, all the stress just vanishes. Time is filled with joy and laughter and memories. No pressure to impress or sound intelligent. Everyone just seems to real, so human. Home is like another world. A world with out anger, hate, lies, and unfaithfulness.
Home is right, Home is true, and Home is more about love, happiness and peace, than we can ever some times imagine.
I Love Home