113 weeks | Home {and what it means to me}

Home. A little tiny word with enormous meaning. What feelings and emotions does the word ‘home’ evoke? What does it mean to you? I’ve been thinking about this long and hard and I can’t think of a single straight answer. Home means so many different things to me. I can’t narrow it down to just one thing. So here are the first things that spring to mind. Home is feeling safe and secure. It’s pulling up outside the house and feeling relief and excitement wash over me, that I’m back in the place I feel the happiest. It’s hearing my boy’s key turn in the lock — then hearing him whistle. Something he’s done ever since we’ve been together. That two-tone whistle is synonymous with home. Home is our funny, beautiful cottage with it’s wonky walls and tin roof. And no, I’m not joking. It really does have a tin roof ;) It’s sitting around the kitchen table, listening to the radio, with the warmth of the AGA enveloping us. Home is snuggling in our giant bed, strewn with books and magazines — on a Saturday morning — with my three lovely boys (tiny boys and big, man-shaped boy). Home is bimbling about in the garden, safely enclosed by… Read More