It reminds me of my late Uncle. I was twelve at the time and we didn't have a lot of money and our home was basic. We were holidaying with them and it was evening and we were going for our usual walk after dinner. His family lived in an affluent area and I was blown away by the grandeur of the homes. I was ooing and ahing about the amazing homes.
My Uncle stopped, looked me in eyes and said these are houses, bricks and mortar make houses. It is the people inside that makes a home. Homes come in all shapes and sizes. Just because some are bigger than others or cost more money doesn't make them a home. They are big houses until they are filled with a loving family. Your house may not be like these but the people inside might be wishing for a home just like yours. He allowed me a few moments to digest this piece of wisdom that stayed with me for the rest of my life. Then we continued walking and I admired the beautiful houses , no longer feeling "less than" because I knew I came from a beautiful home.
Our place is like a 70's farm house style home, split level and plenty of wood. With fragrant candles, seasonal decorations and always a wreath on the front door, regardless of the season, it's a welcoming warm place....just like we like it!
I hear you! Bathroom renovation is at the top of my list but they are the second most expensive renovation in the house behind the kitchen. Waterproofing is not always easy to get right, i feel for you!
My beautiful SP Siamese, waiting for me to get home!
Other than that, in my original home of 40 years, there's too much to relate, which means now, way too much is missed terribly. Am constantly sad about having to leave it, as you can imagine, 40 years' produces a million memories'.
Oh! erin, thank you for your kind thoughts......
I miss my own home everyday, & unless I'm lucky enough to win Lotto! I'll never be in a house as beautiful in every way, as it was.
I can only dream..........& cry.
How lucky I ma to have a lovely garden pond that is visited by a wide variety of birdlife. We have white-faced herons, galahs, butcher birds, wattle birds, rainbow lorikeets, blackbirds, indian miners, sparrows, bell birds and once welcome swallows nested in our gazebo.
Moving. Seriously. I need to get back to acreage. I have lived here for 8 years and I am suffocating. My house is lovely, but I am not cut out for suburbia. I came here after a divorce and my other half and I agree that we need acreage. He is a farm boy. (I can hear Roland from Sabrina the Teengae Witch saying "Farm Boy!" to Harvey Kinkle as I write that. LOL)