home sweet home
home is where the heart is
home on the range
I’ve been thinking about home a lot lately… what makes a home, how home feels, how nothing else matters in the world than being at home, surrounded by the people and the things you treasure most.
Memories are made at home.
Family and friends gather at home.
Home grounds us, it’s our constant, our safe haven, our soft place to land.
Home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling and embodies comfort at it’s finest, whether it’s a lavish estate or a shoebox apartment, home is everything.
We have been in our new home a month and I’m making the best of it while marking off the days until we move again. I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter where we live, as long as we are together.
Quiet cul-de-sac, updated foothills home has expansive, panoramic views of the Tucson Country Club golf course, soaring ceilings, fireplace in the family room. French doors off breakfast room lead to privately landscaped patio/terrace. Stainless steel appliances convey. Tons of storage in extended garage.
My parents house went live on MLS (Multiple Listing Service) less than an hour ago.
There is a For Sale sign in the front yard and I am equal parts thrilled and crestfallen.
Their house that hasn’t been a home for 5-1/2 years but it is finally ready to be occupied by a new family.
It has been a hell of a journey to get to this point, but it’s time for new memories and the chance to be a home again.