Memories from the past thirty years, here. As I contemplate moving, next year, I try not to think too much about how leaving here will be, on an emotional level. If only Austin had weather and air fit for humans.
Even though I spend my summers in a campgrounds, I am so glad to get back to my Florida home. It is laid out just the way I like it, very comfortable and have spent 20 years making it ours.
Our home is filled with lots of love,happiness, it is safe, it is not a house,it is our home, Be it good times,bad times, we have got through everything,and home is where the heart is.
My house is filled with keepsakes and everyone of them has a story attached. As I walk through the rooms and look at them they bring me comfort, tears and laughter. They make my house a home. I don't know how I'm going to choose what to keep if I ever have to move. I think the items I can't keep,I'll take photos of which should help.
It's comfortable and cozy summer or winter, lots of love and laughter, affectionate furkids and hubby and like Rose, wonderful aromas of good home cooking, but usually foods my husband is making in the kitchen or out on the charcoal BBQ.