Home. I love that word. It's the place where most of my life happens. It's where I feel the deepest, and love the strongest, and laugh the hardest. It's where I want to be on a sad or difficult day, and it's where I go to share my greatest joys. It's the place I am challenged the most and also where I am the most free to be myself. Home is my refuge, my eden. It's difficult to put Home into words, but I find it even harder to put my sentiments into images. Even this time of year, when I find myself gravitating and orbiting around my home more than usual, I can't seem to narrow down why this place means so much, but all I know is Home really is where my heart is. It is where my story begins and ends and everything in between.
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." ~Maya Angelou
"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest."
"There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort." ~Jane Austen
"Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room."
~Harriet Beecher Stowe
"Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule."
~Frederick W. Robertson