home…again

 (my grandmother's house)

Each house I pass by is a piece of art for me. I grew up being a house 

person--our whole family seemed to love houses maybe because 

both my grandfathers had businesses involving houses. 

My favorite place in the whole world is home, but I know not all houses 

are homes, and not all homes are the havens that my home was growing up. 

It's a blessing I don't take for granted.

I've written a lot about home on this blog and here I go again!

I place a high value on comfort and peace in our surroundings.

Where we live there is a lot of pressure to "update" our homes both 

outside and inside, furniture, bathrooms, kitchens, etc.

Sometimes it's tempting, but I prefer the old heirlooms,

the stuff that tells me stories, has character, 

and promotes cozy. 

I love the descriptions of a home in E. Goudge's Pilgrim's Inn. 

I could read it again and again.

"There did not seem to be a straight line anywhere, and yet the old place 

gave no impression of decay. …The room was gracious, lived-in, 

warm, glowing, and altogether glorious….

Standing there in the sunlight and firelight, George and the children felt as

though they had come home. They looked at each other, but could not speak."