Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. Enjoy! Thanks Linda!
They say Home is where the heart is, but for me Home is where the love is.
When we sold our house in Poole and moved away from the area, we were theoretically homeless having no fixed abode, just a tent. It was 2007, the year of all that heavy rain and we were getting flooded out at every site we pitched in. With nowhere to go, we dried out on a friend’s front lawn, and after a few days reprieve, set off again.
We got fed up with it all and ended up buying a small touring caravan which was home for a few months. Ironically, the sun came out the day after we bought it and it didn’t rain again for weeks!
We eventually found the cottage and the sale went through in ten days as we had nothing to sell, money in the bank and the sellers were moving into married quarters.
Home then became a 160 year old property and we spent a lot of time and money putting our stamp on it and decorating in keeping with its age. In truth, it is probably our favourite property because we had space, a large garden, and a mature bramley apple tree. If we could have picked it up and moved it somewhere else, it would have been perfect.
We sold in 2014 and ended up staying with our friend as we tried to find another property. We ended up on the boat which was definitely not on the cards, but was the best option available to us at the time. They were a happy three years and in many respects we wish we were still liveaboards.
In short, it didn’t matter where we ended up as long as we were together.
This is hanging up in our hall.
Amazing to read about your different homes and how you’ve built them with your love 🙂
This is home number seven. Our first was a rented flat, then the house I hated for 6 years, our semi with bad neighbours, our first bungalow where we lived the longest at 9 years (tent and caravan don’t count), the cottage, the boat and now here. All have had a street light outside (pure coincidence) and all had numbers/ number of letters divisible by 3!
This is quite interesting 🙂
It is certainly a coincidence and unintentional!
Home is indeed where heart is.
Making a house a home is wonderful.
Hubby says I’ve done it everywhere we’ve lived.
I’m happy as long as he’s there.
Home isn’t an abode, it’s that feeling you get of belonging
That’s a nice way of thinking of it.
Home can certainly be anywhere as long as our hearts are there.
So very true Maggie.
I know the feeling well….
You’ve had some wonderful homes Di! 🙂
Always home when we’re all together Carol Anne