Welcome to Pondering with a Purpose -I started Pondering with a Purpose because -- simply put -- I am a writer - - that is what I do (I just can't help myself)! And although I love following all the hops, I wanted to see if I could bring out some creativity in not only myself, but some of my blogger friends as well.
The rules are really easy:
1. Grab the Pondering with a Purpose Badge (in my sidebar)
2. Look at the week's prompt
3. Post something on your blog that relates to the prompt - it can be a story, a poem, a picture -- anything you want it to be.
4. Come back here and add the URL from your post to the linky list below.
5. Go check out the other bloggers who have added their links to the list.
6. AND most of all.... Have fun!
This Week's prompt is: Home?
Buy This at Allposters.comHow do you know when you are home? I don't mean how do you know which home is yours... or yes maybe I do mean that. How do you determine that a house can become your home? Or what is it that sparks you into deciding that that is the one?
I was driving home from work -- in the rain -- and I have to cross a bridge to get home now.
I suppose a bit of a back story is necessary - - - I moved into a new house in August 2009 - and as soon as I walked into the house I knew it was the perfect house for me. My sons were gone, Michelle was moving out and I knew that I had to have a house that I could love and live in by myself. Now mind you when I walked into the front door everything - and I mean everything was white! I thought I had walked into the middle of a marshmallow. But I envisioned paint on the walls, furniture and pictures and turning it into my home. Now two and half years later I still love my home - the walls are blue - and I have made it a home. BUT I took a huge leap of faith. I moved into a town I knew nothing about - away from everything I ever knew. In hind sight, the house is not in the best neighborhood (in fact it's not in a good neighborhood at all), and I should have gotten to know the area better; but I fell in love with the house. And now all this time later I sit here, most of the time either on my couch downstairs, with my laptop, or upstairs in the bedroom. When I am downstairs and I am alone and it is cold I just turn on the fireplace. And then I am reminded that I love this house! I also have a really tiny kitchen . . . but it has a white tile counter with a bar - you know - the kind that divides the living area from the kitchen. Well the walls in the kitchen are white and the walls in the living room are a deep blue. So I come downstairs and enter the kitchen every morning and always think to myself - "I just entered my beach house." And then to make matters even better - I stenciled pelicans in the kitchen! Now when I cross that bridge - to get home - I know that I am home.
So what is it that makes your house a home?
I'd love it if you wrote a post and linked up - but if not, go ahead and leave a comment - or better yet - do both!
Happy Pondering!
I was driving home from work -- in the rain -- and I have to cross a bridge to get home now.
I suppose a bit of a back story is necessary - - - I moved into a new house in August 2009 - and as soon as I walked into the house I knew it was the perfect house for me. My sons were gone, Michelle was moving out and I knew that I had to have a house that I could love and live in by myself. Now mind you when I walked into the front door everything - and I mean everything was white! I thought I had walked into the middle of a marshmallow. But I envisioned paint on the walls, furniture and pictures and turning it into my home. Now two and half years later I still love my home - the walls are blue - and I have made it a home. BUT I took a huge leap of faith. I moved into a town I knew nothing about - away from everything I ever knew. In hind sight, the house is not in the best neighborhood (in fact it's not in a good neighborhood at all), and I should have gotten to know the area better; but I fell in love with the house. And now all this time later I sit here, most of the time either on my couch downstairs, with my laptop, or upstairs in the bedroom. When I am downstairs and I am alone and it is cold I just turn on the fireplace. And then I am reminded that I love this house! I also have a really tiny kitchen . . . but it has a white tile counter with a bar - you know - the kind that divides the living area from the kitchen. Well the walls in the kitchen are white and the walls in the living room are a deep blue. So I come downstairs and enter the kitchen every morning and always think to myself - "I just entered my beach house." And then to make matters even better - I stenciled pelicans in the kitchen! Now when I cross that bridge - to get home - I know that I am home.
So what is it that makes your house a home?
I'd love it if you wrote a post and linked up - but if not, go ahead and leave a comment - or better yet - do both!
Happy Pondering!
Here we go again! You moved in 2009, me in 2010! Both of us into little houses that we are making our own! Are you sure you're not me?
ReplyDeleteLOL.... I am not even surprised anymore! Every time I read answers on your blog I nod my head.... we are so similar I think we are the same!
Deletemine might sound familar: there was an old lady, who lived in a shoe... LOL. Because that is how I feel about our current Little house with all these kids I don't know what to do with, running amuck-amuck! I did love it on sight, at first but now...We need more space!!!
ReplyDeleteSomeone once said love grows best in small spaces. Really? tell it to the rats -- I want more space! I think of it as room to love one another More! LOL
That is how I was until my youngest was 10.... then we ended up moving into a huge house and I was ALWAYS cleaning!!! and here I am 10 years later in a little house again!!!!
ReplyDeleteIt is funny you mention crossing the bridge. I have to cross one too to get to my beach house, and as soon as I reach the top, and glance across-where I sea the ocean, I feel like I am home
ReplyDeleteI used to live off a strip of the water where I literally had to pass the ocean to get home, now I go over the water to get home.... serendipity!
DeleteI love the ocean, and here I am in the middle of the desert, but I still love my home, it is always a refuge to come home to after my visits to the ocean. Your pelicans reminded me of this.
ReplyDeleteIt took me 15 years to get back to the ocean..... now I'm not sure that I'll ever leave!
DeleteAre you trying to say that you live in the ghetto? Nice house! I like how you painted pelicans on your walls maybe I should do that. I miss the beach.... : )
ReplyDeleteMy kids call it the ghetto! hee hee hee!
DeleteI love the pelicans too... I look at them and am still amazed that I did it!
Your house sounds like the home you want it to be...when we are home or walk in from a trip it just feels like us...comfy overstuffed furniture and white walls and pops of color...that is what makes us know we are home...handmade quilts and a mix of American country primitives and again...our big comfy pieces...we have lived everywhere and our home reflects that...pieces and treasures from all over the country.
ReplyDeleteAnd always Lucy the Cat's toys strewn everywhere...
sounds like a great house... and of course I forgot to mention Muttley's huge pile of toys too!
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