Theses trappings and adornments you place around the frame , formed from the coming and going to this place you have often been, give you some sense of connection and anchor to who you are and what might have been.
But the discerning eye and an open mind reveal that this “ home” predominantly exists in your mind. Giving you a secure port in the hurricane of life and you are grateful to be tethered there….. but you acknowledge that anywhere would have served the same purpose….it just happened the way it did.
What makes “ home” special is the memories not the trappings or adornments. Those familiar faces that you cherish but relinquish the long held premise they had to be just that way. They did not. We are human and we are adaptable, we will seek the support, strength and compassion we need and they will come in an assortment of faces and sizes…… depending upon what is available in proximity to where we are.
“Home” after all isn’t a place ……nor people or familiarity…… it is a confidence that I am exactly where I am supposed to be…… happy as I intend to be…… and grateful to have what I have and especially grateful for what I don’t have.

Glad that where I am …….what I am …..  who I am….. is where my “home “ is.
Home 🏠 is in your approach and appreciation for life. Period

oboe the Hobo

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