Booties // Old Navy , Flower Crown // Gift
I have mixed emotions about moving out in less than a month. Of course I am excited, and have tons of ideas in my head about decorating a new place, but part of me feels a little sad. I’m not moving far away, and most things won’t be too different, but I am sad about leaving the house I grew up in.
I’m going to miss this little balcony / fire escape when I move. It’s
where I used to sit every night when I couldn’t sleep and count stars.
It’s also where I snuck out as a teenager to smoke cigarettes with my
friends and thought I was cool. (Sorry Mom-I know you’re probably
There’s a certain comfort that comes with “being home.” I guess over time we get older and the meaning of home changes, families start to spread out, and things become different for everyone in their own lives.
A home is somewhere that holds memories, and years of life all in one place. It’s somewhere you go when you’re sick, and when you want to just feel better. Somewhere that always smells like delicious food cooking, and cookies baking. Waking up in your own home on Christmas even has its own scent. There are a few places in my life I can consider home and those places are always going to be a part of me. I really don’t think that anyone ever loses their sense of home. You just gain more places that start to feel like home over time. Who says who can’t have more than one?