I like this house I live in. It has become the place that is home to me. I share it with my husband and our three girls. It’s where I want to be most of the time. It’s where I want to go to when I’m somewhere else. It’s comfortable. It’s mine. It’s familiar. It’s just home.
I didn’t always feel this way. I didn’t like living in town – I’d never lived anywhere but in the country. I was positive I could never get used to the sound of traffic or having neighbors so close by. It didn’t feel like home, and I called going to my parents ‘going home’. But their house didn’t really feel like home anymore either. I wanted to be with my husband so I didn’t want to go back to Mom and Dad’s but neither did our house feel like ‘home’.
When I was pregnant with our first daughter smells drove me crazy. And I thought my house stunk. Old plaster walls will do that 😀 So my Mom helped me clean it really good. I remember thinking that cleaning every nook and cranny helped me feel like I ‘knew’ my house better.
My husband (fiance at the time) bought our house 16 years ago this May. He moved in right away and immediately began working on the many improvements the place needed. I spent many an evening and a lot of Saturdays here helping him. We were married in September and I moved all my stuff in and started making it into a home.
We have remodeled, removed tons of old lath and plaster, drywalled, painted, run new electric, new plumbing, added a furnace, wood floors, and lots of other little updates and improvements.
We have several projects that need finished and we are hopeful that this year may see some of them crossed off the list.
In the meantime, we have been raising our family too. Projects start taking longer and longer the more babies that come on the scene and the older they grow. We decided to homeschool. I slowly began a business. And time moved on.
I can’t tell you exactly when this house became my home. It was gradual and it took several years. It takes time to mold a dwelling into a place that truly reflects who you are and what you want it to portray. Over the past few years I’ve had younger women exclaim over my house and how much they like it. And I tell them that it is a process. And it is still a work in progress.
I’m not convinced any room in my home will ever be truly finished! I like to change things up too much 🙂 But we are getting there. Wood work in the living room is partially installed. The laundry room is our biggest project before us – the room needs more drywall, flooring, sink, and a counter and shelving. The sink is patiently waiting in the back porch.
I am ready to start on the outside projects. We need new siding, a concrete patio, some porches reworked, and we would love to add a metal roof eventually. A standing seam, farmhouse, roof. If money grew on trees…
And as for the living in town part – I love it now! Need more milk (and we often do) – just a quick trip up the street. Need eggs or flour to finish the cake or cookies? Dollar General is just around the corner and up the street. Need a Pepsi? (I often do!) Just up to the corner station. And the neighbors? We have great ones. Need a hand? Just text. Need the parking area cleared of snow when getting home from vacation? Just text. Need furniture hauled in the house and need an extra pair of hands? Just holler! Need a playmate for the girls? Yep, we’ve got that too! So thankful for the neighbors God has blessed us with!
If you are in a new house and it doesn’t feel like home – give it time. Make some memories there. Paint some walls. Hang some window treatments. Play with your decor. Let your kids play and make a few messes. Go meet your neighbors. The feeling of ‘home’ will come!
Almost weekly I wish for more space. A bigger house, more light, just ONE more room. A few closets, a pantry, a storage room. And yet, if we were to buy something bigger, or even build exactly what I wanted, I would have to go through that ‘finding home’ process all over again!
So for now I will count my blessings and be ever so thankful for my home. I love being home. And I know that home really isn’t about the place, it is the people we share it with, but I’m the type of person who is very affected emotionally by my surroundings. I like feeling at home.
Do you love the home you live in? Have you made it your own, staked your claim on the space?
“She carefully watches everything in her household and suffers nothing from laziness.” Proverbs 31:27
I’m off to do some shopping to-day – a friend and I are setting up shop at the Springfield Flea in a couple of weeks! Woo-Hoo! Time to stock up 🙂
Sew a Fine Seam
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