Sunday, December 11, 2011

Where thou art - that - is Home. ~ Emily Dickinson

Sweet home.

I had Dear Hubby take this photo of our house this morning.  I am feeling too sick to venture very far from the comforts of the living room.  This was taken just as the sun was coming up, casting its golden glow over the bricks and rock on the front of the house.

It came to me recently just how much this lovely little house has truly become "home".

On Thursday Dear Hubby and I had dinner at a restaurant out of town.  And not even half an hour later I was beginning to feel quite poorly.  To make matters worse, we were several miles from home.  All during the ride back all I thought was, "I can't wait to get home!"  To my bed.  To my pillows. 

And as we were driving along it occurred to me.

There was no thought of Portland as home any more.  Not even remotely.

Here is my home.  

My comfort zone.
The only place I wanted to be.


Betty said...

I felt the same way last night. I was sooo tired and glad to get into my bed and my pillow.
I read on fb that you´ve been sick and hope you are feeling better!
Many blessing to you and Don for this 3rd advent!

"Abby" said...

What a wonderful feeling - that your home is truly "home".

I saw your food poisoning status on facebook too and hope you're feeling better!

Margaret said...

Food poisoning--yikes! (and YUCK!) I hope you're feeling better. Our neighbor had food poisoning+ a migraine, got severely dehydrated and so an ambulance and fire engine were parked in front of our house yesterday morning. Glad of the sense of home. I'm weird that way. When we are traveling, I sometimes can't wait to get back to the hotel room because that is "home." I guess I have a flexible definition. ;)

CJ said...

Hey Kris,
Horrible about the food poisoning...I do hope you're feeling better soon. Blessings to you