Home. That’s a subject near and dear to my heart. I find I think and write about this subject often because home seems to always be on my heart.
I wrote a four-part series on home during the first year of my blog. Writing that series proved emotional for me and at the same time cleansing. I needed to put my emotions about home down in words so that I could process all that was transpiring at the time and move forward with life and its many changes.
If you’re interested in that series, entitled “Home, Sweet Home,” you can click here to read part one and then continue reading the other three installments by clicking the next post at the bottom of the page.
Home is the subject of this week’s WordPress photo challenge. Gleaning through my photo files, I found several pictures which personify ‘home’ to me, so it was difficult to choose one or two.
Should I post a photo of the home where I spent most of my growing up years? That home is the one I have been anchored to for most of my life. It is the house where my father was born and the one where he passed away. But it belongs to a different family now, so I didn’t feel comfortable posting a photo of it on the internet.
Should I post photos of my current home? Or one of the other homes across the country where we resided at one time or another? Or a photo of something that means home to me? Or a photo of my family because, truly, my family signifies home in my way of thinking?
British Prime Minister Winston Churchill once said, “There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues, the most dominating virtues of human society, are created, strengthened and maintained.”
I wholeheartedly agree with that statement. That’s how important I think home and family are.
So it is settled. I invite you to view my photographic interpretation of ‘home.’
The first photo at the beginning of this post is the front door of our home, hopefully a welcoming place. The second picture, below, is one I managed to capture when all three of our adult children came home for a holiday and saw each other for the first time in many, many months.
The love and warmth of being together again as a family. Yes, for us, that’s home, no matter where it is.