FMF: Home

I have not participated in Five Minute Friday lately. I'm not sure why, or if it has been the same reason each week.

Anyway, I thought I would join in this week as I am not quite ready for bed....

So, this week's word is Home. Let's go---

Home. The word brings an image to mind of a white manufactured house with brown trim, sitting on a hill, with a giant big-leaf maple in front of it and a forest of towering cedars and firs behind. It is the apple trees lining the drive way and the many "forts" hiding everywhere, waiting for a new generation to discover them. It is a happily tumbling creek and a broken down tree house that has seen better days. It is the faces of my parents, looking out the sliding down with obvious pleasure at our arrival.
It's the new things...like the little mail box waiting for my children each time. It's the garage holding boxes of my childhood treasures in it. It's the trips back into "Cedar Park" with my children.
That is the place that will always have first place as "home" to me.
Home also brings up longing for a home of my own, a house with land and memories for my children to make. It is fighting desperately to be content with the apartment we live in and not drown in the sea of wishes for the future.
Home is family and love and hugs and kisses from the kids who love me unconditionally still and who I love deeply, even when their creativity and curiosity turns into destructiveness. 
Home is where love is. And I have so much of it surrounding me.

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