"Home is a name, a word,
it is a strong one; stronger than
magician ever spoke, or spirit ever
answered to, in the strongest conjuration."
- Charles Dickens
I went home this summer, to the area where I grew up and although it wasn't to the house I grew
up in, it was home none the less. Or more like home away from home after being gone for over twenty years.
And, in going home, there have been a handful of addresses between childhood and my visit this summer to see my mom. In fact, I saw her new place for the first time.
And you know what?
Even though this was my first visit to this new address it felt just like home...instantly.
Because even though the street name or city may have changed, the contents have not.
Oh sure, there may be a few things missing and a few things added in their places, but the memories
regardless of where home is haven't changed.
And even though things are arranged differently or moved to different rooms, she has the same beautiful, yet simple style, and no doubt any style I have I got from her.
This photo reminds me that home isn't as much about a physical place, but about the people who come back to the table. And that's just what we did on a Sunday afternoon over a family tradition of homemade egg noodles (made my moi).
Yes, home is wherever the heart is.
It's a strong word indeed, one made of bricks, and not one easily blown down by the winds of change.
Miss ya mommy!
P.S. I'm still gathering myself from the college drop off and finishing up an online jewelry class
(I hope to have some fun things to share with you)