On Friday/Saturday my childhood home will no longer be 'home' for me. I know there shouldn't be this much attachment to something material, but so many memories and milestones have happened in that house.
From one of my closest friends pulling around the corner at 12 am to get IN N OUT because it was just one of those days, to laying a blanket out back to look at the stars... from sitting with family on the back porch to pouring my heart out to a boy in the living room that I would soon come to know would break my heart (not c)...from hearing my brothers play guitar in the hallway (as I was supposed to be asleep) to practicing basketball in the garage to hopefully make the team...which I didn't. From coming home for the first time in college... to getting ready for my wedding day.I could go on for days and if the walls could talk, I am sure they would have more stories that I could put into words. Those walls hold so many memories, so much love, they just hold so much.
It brings me so much joy to know the family that will be moving into my childhood home... and it makes me realize that 'home' is only a word that we define. Home isn't necessarily a location. Home is a place you find in your heart. Home is a million locations. Home is an hour long conversation with your older brother when you have only ever talked for 10 minutes on the phone. Home is calling mom every day. Home is picture messages of your nieces and nephews. Home is what you make it to be.
It is a great realization as I start to finish preparing for our little Junebug to come into our lives. I have begun to start thinking how this is her first home. It won't be her forever home and she won't have the attachment of this apartment as I did...
but eventually I pray she comes to the realization that home is truly where we are. Home is where we find our comfort. Sure in Rancho Cucamonga and all that is in it, will always be my 'hometown' and will always be where I grew up and will always have a very very special place in my heart. But I am so glad to be realizing that 'home' isn't necessarily that house that I lived in for 23 years.
Home is so much more.
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38weeks.
just waiting.
fudge ripple ice cream. yum.
her room...done.
momma. prepared.
daddy. prepared.
maternity leave. started.
ready for her? yes.
absolute days she can't come. June 1-June 2.
