Home…part 2

North end of the family/dining room

South end of the family/dining room

East side of the family/dining room

West front door entrance

East side of the kitchen

West side of the kitchen

Looking from the kitchen down the hall way

Stairs to the family room and basement area

Family/entertaining area… work in progress (clock isn’t hung yet)

Newly decorated spare room.  Belonged to daughter 2 that moved out last fall.

Looking back from the middle of the family room at the table.

Master bedroom.  What I could share as it’s small and hubby has about a 1000 hats laying around the place.

Looking out of the Master bedroom you can see Son’s room and Grandma’s room.

It wasn’t my intention to do a two part serious on Home.  The journal prompt last week was “What are you thankful for?” which was my Home.  This week it is “Write about the place you all home”.

As I said last week I have never lived any where as long as I have lived in this home.  We built it mostly with our own hands.  There was some contracted help but we did the contracting part as well.  In this house we have put blood, sweat, and tears.
Our biological daughter was not born into this home.  She remembers all the long hours that we put in.  She remembers the shopping at Home Depot for all the building materials and fixtures.  Then she has 17 years of memories in this place we call home.  Our two adopted children came along at the ages of six and eight.  So it would be similar for them.  Except a few years delayed.

This is not a perfect home as there isn’t one on the planet but it is my favorite place in the world to be.  Almost every room in our house had a memory that can be tied to it.  The pictures I share here are real.  I didn’t want to clean up an make you think that there wasn’t anything out of place because believe me my friend, it more often is than not. 🙂

 I have always wanted people to feel comfortable in my home.  To me that means that it is clean but not clutter free.  That there is no fear of “messing” things up.  We don’t eat off the floor so there is no need to take your shoes off!  Kick back and enjoy being together.
Home right now does not look like it did just a year ago.  And I know in another year there could be more changes that may send me reeling.  I always envisioned a large dining table with benches on the sides and two chairs at each end to accommodate my expanded family.  That day may still come but right now home is what it is, empty.  And I am learning to be okay with that for now.

3 thoughts on “Home…part 2

  1. I’m moving in, wink and giggles. BEAUTIFUL!!!! Have a lovely day friend and how happy I am your back. smiles
    I’m off soon to take my last final for the semester, than graduation/commencement on Sunday, then off to Mansfield Univ./Univ. of PA for about a year. smiles


  2. Monica! So glad to see you posting again. Your home is lovely! I’m especially crushing over that window and view on the west side of the kitchen! Seems like a wonderful place to spend quiet time!
    It IS different in an empty house. I like it! But then, I’m thankful that 2/3 of my family are over all the time for dinner. I’m hoping soon they all will be regulars at the table.


  3. Very nice! I feel the same way about my home – it’s my favorite place to be. I also like for it to be generally clean and picked-up, but not pristine. I’ve been in homes where I was almost afraid to move for fear of messing something up – I never wanted my home to be that way.
    Benches look nice but they’re hard on older and/or heavier people – no back support and hard to get in and out of.


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