What Home Means to Me

To me, a home and a house are two different things. A house has doors, windows, floors, and a roof. A home is so much different, so much more. I looked at our house as a canvas when we first moved in. No furniture, no decorations, just a blank Canvas. To create a home, we start with big brush strokes on the canvas. We start with changing the colours of the walls, and the style of flooring as well as making other updates to create the base of what we want we will build our home on. Next, we add more detailed brush strokes through the furniture we buy, the artwork we add to the walls, even the artwork added by crayons! More strokes added by family heirlooms, dents, and dings from playing with my brother and mini sticks with my friends. The brush strokes aren't always the things you can see. A lot of the time they come in the form of memories, made during Christmas mornings or a surprise 75th birthday party for my Poppa. Even sad memories add to the detailed strokes on the canvas like our dog Brutus passing away this winter. I guess I would say that a home is made up of the choices we make and the memories we experience, whether they are happy or sad, good or bad. A home is where we learn and where we are loved. Most of all, as they say, home is where the heart is.