You know, we take going home for granted a lot of the time. But there really is something so sweet and special about coming home. It's like returning to your roots. It's returning to home base. I know the house is just a house. It's the people that make it home. But for me, I'm blessed to return to a house I've grown up in since 1992 (that definitely feels like home) and more importantly to reunite with the people that make it home.
Plus I love returning to my room. My room is not big in terms of space, but I love it! I call it my "submarine room." It's located at the highest most point of the house; it's long and rectangular; and it has 4 small windows looking out onto the lake in front of the house. So picturesque and best view in the house which makes up for it's size!
I love my room because it reminds me of my journey. It reminds me of the highs and lows along the way. Life isn't clear sailing and it's important to remember the mountains AND the valleys. My room helps me reflect on my past, be mindful of my present and hope for my future.
I can sit in my room and take pride in how much I've grown over the years and also look forward with anticipation on how much more growing I have yet to do!
And remember, life isn't about perfection, but progress. Day by day, one foot in front of the other, layer upon layer.
Have a great day friend and know that you are loved! Thanks for reading and allowing me to share my stories and heart with you!