"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
{KK traverse}
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!
Love, Kim
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)
23 comments:
So well put and such a beautiful tribute to your Mom, lovely setting Kim.
It's about sitting in my dad's old recliner and flipping through old family photo albums and yes.. by all means, it's about those who sit at the table.. xox
So true, Kim. I'm so glad you were able to experience this comfort with all you have been going through. I have to ask... what is that in the middle of the table~!
Great reminder that one doesn't have to wander far to find that which we truly seek and need. Glad you got to go home!
Wow - so gorgeous Kim! You're so profound!
i feel the same way when i go and visit my parents. :) beautiful shot kim.
Yes! I've had the same experience with my parents moving to a new place. I found I settled right in==because THEY were the same, and it was a lot of the same stuff. They were HOME. Home is the People. What a great discovery for you!
ah, home..... I hear ya! Once a year just isn't enough for me.
My mom still lives in my childhood home and memories rush in when I visit. Lovely post as usual Kim.
This is very beautifully written and very touching.
This is very beautifully written and very touching.
I remember having the same thoughts when I first saw my mum's new house in the UK. It's the people in them that make a house a home. So glad you got to see your mom after so long.
My dad still lives in our childhood home. Last Christmas my brother and I were back there together for the first time in twenty-five years. He kept picking things up and saying "remember when..." It was pretty funny! We've both been back many times on our own, but there was something about being there together that got our memory juices flowing. This photo, around the table, really captures that feel!
And I LOVE that quote!
Your words are so poignant and so deeply felt. Live this kim.
Take it in - take it all in - home and all it means. I miss getting to see my parents, where the kitchen table was the hub and regardless of street address, it was unquestionably "home". Oh how this post has my eyes watering and my heart yearning.
Such a moving, heart-warming post! Lovely, Kim.
Kim you are so good with words-you just put it all down on "paper" so well-I love coming to your blog.
hugs Kathy
We CAN go home again if only in memory. Lucky that you still have your Mom, no matter where her home is. I enjoyed my visit to you - came from Deanna's blog.
I agree that home is where the heart is...and where those we love are at. Regardless of where my parents have lived being with them has always felt like home. Such a blessing. Glad you had that with your mom.
"Home isn't as much about a physical place, but about the people who come back to the table." That is a wonderful quote, and so true. My family has moved here or there, but home has always been the people and not the place. Good luck with college drop off! Nice to have you in the Photo-Heart Connection this month.
This is image speaks of home - welcoming and intimate. Thank you for sharing it...makes me want to sit down and down.
This is image speaks of home - welcoming and intimate. Thank you for sharing it...makes me want to sit down and down.
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