• What Home Means Gets Me Every Time

    by  • October 22, 2014 • 1 Comment

    Skyline_BostonGMETWhat does home mean to you? When I count my blessings (which I do, at least every night) I always include both my house and my home. Some times, these terms are used interchangeably, but in my world, they are two distinct things.

    They’re not even places, both of them.

    A house is a place, sure. But for me, a home is a feeling, a state of being.

    A house has walls and rooms and doors. A home has people and events and memories.

    A house needs upkeep. A home is almost perfect any which way it is.

    A house stays where it is. A home can follow you everywhere and can be anywhere.

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    For so long I feel as though my idea of house and home has been distorted. While at college “home” was a term I used to refer to going back to the place where my parents lived. (Or the place I needed to be taken after a long night, let’s be real.) When we bought a house, “home” was something I decided I suddenly had one of my own.

    But really, “home” is something you can always have, no matter if there’s a physical structure with it or not. Maybe it’s about the people.

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    There’s that saying, “Home is wherever I’m with you” that’s been popping up a lot the past few years, especially on sites like Etsy. You can see how that’s true, especially if there’s a person (or persons) in your life whom you couldn’t imagine being without.

    On the flip side, “House is wherever I’m with you.” Nope. Just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

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    For me, the best thing about “home” is that you can actually get away with having more than just one—and it’s way more affordable than having more than just one house.

    To this day, we all probably say “back home” in reference to where we spent our formative years. We may call our parents’ houses “home” or our grandparents’ houses “home.”

    Or we can call “home” the place where our physical dwelling place resides, (as the song goes, Boston, you’re my home.) We can refer to home as those special people in our lives. And we can say that there’s no place like it.

    There’s a book, You Can’t Go Home Again, with a title that’s now a popular phrase in our everyday vernacular warning people you cannot return to an idyllic world you came from after you’ve left it.

    Bon Jovi even wrote a song about it, but really, don’t click if you don’t want it stuck in your head.

    But there’s also a popular story of a lost son returning home that says you can always go home again.

    I think, and feel free to disagree, that if you have a memory, you can always, always, always go home. Places are temporary. People don’t last forever. But your thoughts and feelings about “home” can transport you there any time.

    Thinking of Autumn Gets Me Every Time

    by  • October 21, 2014 • 1 Comment

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    This year, the changing of seasons are really hitting me hard. Here in Boston, it’s in the high 70s one day and all 50s, all the time, the week after. I’m all like, “woah, what? no transition?” But I’m OK. Bring it on, fall.

    The temperature change has less to do with fall’s effect on me. I’m actually enjoying piling on the layers. It’s become my physical armor. To protect me from the cold. To hide the grief and joy and all the emotions which I am working through.

    Frost warnings aside, the actions of fall seem to be what getting to me. It’s fall’s trees shedding their leaves. It’s fall’s acorns being carried away for storing. It’s fall’s grass fading to some shade in between green and brown. It’s tough. Knowing that fall leads to a seasonal death of life as we know it. No more bluebirds in the birdbath. No more chipmunks chasing each other through the backyard.

    Simultaneously though, I am finding hope in these passings. I know that the upcoming dormancy of winter must happen for life to spring forth in just a few short months. It’s a reminder that nothing is forever. That it’s a cycle. Life is a cycle. It’s not just one journey, but a series of journeys that take us places and bring us right back, still the same, but somehow changed.