With all the holiday-ness (and yes, I just invented a new word…), I’m sure lots of us have been spending time with family and friends. Opening presents. Playing games. Eating cookies and pie. Enjoying those classic “how have you been?” conversations. And as I’ve said before, family and home will always be one in the same to me. You can’t separate the two. They’re like peanut butter and jelly, like Sonny and Cher, like the ’90s and flannel.
So, I’d love to ask you, friends: What does home mean to you? Is it more of a place or a feeling? Or is it the people you surround yourself with? How do you know you’re home? And, what is your favorite part of home? Let’s chat!! xoxo
[Home print by Brooke Weeber from Etsy shop Little Canoe]
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Have a great weekend
A Crimson Kiss says
Since things with my parents and my childhood home have changed so much in the last year, I've been thinking about home a lot. There are so many places and people I feel at home with, but there's no place quite like my little apartment with John by my side!
Jillian Manesh says
i love watching movies cuddled up on the couch! xo
Sini says
My home is where my heart is. And my heart always belongs to my people. Family, friends, loved ones. I have always had my heart in two pieces because either missing loved one or family. I have lived so far away from my family, and now I live close to them and i miss the loved one far away. Am I homeless? 😉
suburban prep says
I have been asked if I want to spend the night at my sister's place or my parents but I want to go to my house because it is where my husband is and where I feel the most comfortable. I love my family and I would do most anything for them but home means different things at different time to me too. I am more comfortable with my immediate family than with others but I am most comfortable with my husband in the home that we have made together for the last 15 + years.
Beauty Fashion Skin Care Blog - Girlie Blog Seattle says
That's a good question. Being an immigrant child, I've never had a stable home, as in a traditional single-family, with a yard and my own room and all. So, to me, especially after moving from apartment to apartment, home is where my loved ones are.
Thanks for the thoughtful question – reason why I love your blog.
Have a nice day!
Rachael says
What a great question – as an expat from the UK it's something I wonder about every now and again myself. For some reason – what I can't really put my finger on, home is certainly Michigan – or at least with my husband and the kitties. It's being surrounded by my things. The "home" I grew up in is now just my parents house. It's weird how things change because I always thought that house would be somewhere that I would consider "home". If that makes any sense!