“Are you going home for the holidays?” I don’t know even know how many times I’ve been asked this question this year. Actually, people ask every year. And the second I tell them that, no, Kyle and I plan to spend Christmas here in Columbus and not back in Colorado, everyone is sympathetic, sad for us. They mean this in kindness, our many friends.
I think what most people don’t know is that we are home. I realized this year that I have stopped defining ‘home’ by geography, that it has been seven Christmases since I have thought of home this way. I have started thinking of it as the place I am with Kyle. I don’t think of my parent’s house as my home anymore or even the state of Colorado. I think of Kyle as my home. It doesn’t really bother me that I am far away from my family on most holidays. Home is in the lights of our own Christmas tree, the smell of coffee grounds in the collar of Kyle’s shirt, in burying my toes under Madigan’s furry tummy, in our tiny red tea kettle, in the scratchy sound of vinyl records, and in the knowledge that home is where you keep your heart. Kyle is driving home from work even as I type this. I can’t wait till he gets here. Because after all, I am a homebody.
What about you? How do you define home?
love, elizabeth
my home is with Sean and our fur babies. wouldn't have it any other way. but i also still think that my parents home, the city where i grew up, is still my home. because whenever i go to visit that feeling of home has never been erased. but i know exactly what you mean :)
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This is so true...I got a little sad this year about not being able to go home to spend christmas with my family but it's so true that where Mr. Pancakes is is my home and nothing else matters! Thank goodness for Skype and FaceTime...extended family is never too far away!
ReplyDeleteWith all of our family so close to us, I wouldn't know what it's like not to be home. It's easy to say that home is my husband and my son, but I'm not sure if I would define it differently if we lived in a different city or state than our families. I think home is where you feel most like you. I feel most like me with my husband - and I wasn't always able to say that either.
ReplyDeleteWishing you two the merriest of Christmas' at HOME this year.
I love this! I'm with you... some lady at church tried to invite us over for Christmas dinner. Like eating Christmas dinner with my husbands and kids is a sad thing! PSh! I'm looking forward to our first Christmas with no one else, actually! (:
ReplyDeleteLoved this post!
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you :)
I don't feel like my parent's house is my home anymore. My home is where MJ is.
I'm so happy to spend these special moments with him.
Gorgeous time of year!! Love your blog.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you've learned this early on! Home is and should always be with your one and only love! Yes, even children come and GROW...but your one and only love is always HOME!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas dear one...and you are most welcome to Be Young. Be Foolish. Be Happy...words and thought I did not originate!
Loves~
"Home" is where you feel safe and loved, connected to your past, present and future.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully and wisely written. I could feel the love you and Kyle share. May you always be home for each other and may your home always be that refuge and warm safe place you both need....
ReplyDeleteAs always, this is beautiful. Watch for a post.. I think you've inspired me!
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