With all my building work, this past week has seen me think a lot about what makes a house a home. Some say, “Home is where the heart is!” Some say, “Home is where you hang your hat!” I don’t whole-heartedly support either of these.
I can, and have, hung my hat in many places. It may have been a roof over my head, but a home it was not. In fact, during my University years I think I counted thirteen moves in 5 years! They were places to stay. Not homes.
I have stayed in places where my heart demanded I be. Dodgy hotels, and hospitals bedsides, have allowed me to stay with the people I needed to be with, when I needed to be there. Just because my heart was there did not make it a home.
Of course these things are important, but it’s more than that! It the little things, that combine with your hat and your heart, to turn your house into a home.
Your home should reflect the people who live there. Be it a room, a picture, an ornament, or a theme throughout! I believe that every home should have a least part of it as a reflection of each person living there. I will never have a show house. Too much of what surrounds me is a mismatch. The toybox in the corner of the living room. The plastic ducks that adorn the bath. The cross stitched art that has been passed down over generations and now adorns our walls. I don’t need these things, but my family do. And I need them!
We searched long and hard for our home. The place where I could see our family settle and grow. We stayed in rented accommodation which was never a home. Mostly because we planned it to be temporary. We couldn’t settle. We couldn’t relax. We hadn’t gotten home yet! We hadn’t got to that place where we could put our stamp on the walls. The kids have done that now. Literally drew all over my wall with crayons! I didn’t like it. But it helped make it home! The fact that several months later it’s still there shows how secure I feel here. No landlord will come knocking and demand a repaint! I’ll get around to it one of these days!
Is there a simple answer? What truly makes a house a home?
For me it is this:
“When you’re with the people you want to be with and you can draw on the walls any time you like!”
What makes your house a home?