Home Sweet Home

The laughs and giggles that bounce off the wall :)

I resonated highly with the captions under each sketch. The words are like music!

Love, love, love this! Home is definitely more of a feeling than a specific place, and there’s nothing more heartwarming than feeling at home when you’re with the right person.

Indya

I lived in Iceland for a year and came back from time to time since then. When the plane lands in Reykjavík (Keflavík) airport they say the usual sermon of “welcome to Iceland, please remain in you seats until…” and then they say in Icelandic “To our Icelandic passengers: welcome home! (velkómin heim!)”

At least I hope they still do that. It has been years since I’ve last been there. I loved this. I understood what they said (but as you can see I can’t write it correctly from memory) so I kinda felt like they also meant me (maybe a little bit).

The Sea-Tac airport is like an old friend. I love coming home to Seattle after visiting far off places. : )

Loved this! As always!

While I love this and the sentiment, it simultaneously breaks my heart. My hometown in Sonoma is on fire and so much has been lost. My home and parent’s homes have been spared but those landmarks of childhood (friend’s home with endless sleepovers, a favorite park, an old round barn on the hill) are gone. This post is so aptly timed to remind me of home… truly wherever my family and I are safe and sound <3

I love to travel, see new places, but there’s nothing like going ‘home’ where everything is just where you left it and you can curl up on your couch.

Since I was a child, home is always where my books are. So much so, that when I moved 3 hours away for school, I made my parents help me lug about a hundred books to my new apartment, not because I hadn’t yet read them but because I knew I wouldn’t feel at home unless I had my favourites books around me. And I was right.

The scent of my mom’s favorite perfume (Amarige) and my dad’s go-to aftershave (Polo aftershave).

The sound of my daughter’s little feet running up & down the hallway in the mornings.

My husband’s arms.

Eating a bowl of posole is always home (even if it doesn’t taste like my mom’s it’s safe, love & nostalgic).

When a special song comes on wherever you are–that’s home.

xo Lendy
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yes to first sip of coffee in the morning next to my husband while we are still sleepy warm <3

My mom, any scent that transports me to my childhood (lilacs, a certain disinfectant, the kind of plastic a beloved toy was made of), the Raffi Christmas album.

My dog, snuggled in bed between my husband and myself.

Just a feeling of fitting in, with people who just get you

My husband. Wherever we are. And Bonnie Raitt expresses it in ‘Feels like Home to Me,’ a Randy newman song.

afternoon light in a familiar cafe/living room

My pillow!

my pillow and comforter, the sound of the dryer tumbling clothes, my journal

Yes and yes! I would add the smell of the coffee brewing in the morning

I would add a favourite bookshop.

My husband, my sweat pants, my wine, our dog.

+ burning a really good smelling candle

I absolutely love this! As a kid, I moved around a lot, so I adjusted early to the notion that a house isn’t necessarily the only thing that makes a home.

Recently, I went back to where I lived from 4th-8th grades (Estes Park, Colorado) for a glorious, single night of camping. My fiancee and I set up our tent in Rocky Mountain National Park on the edge of Moraine Park (a huge glacial valley). As the sun set over Long’s Peak, we listened to the wind in the pines and the bugling of the elk (if you’ve never heard them, they sound a bit like singing whales!) and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Going to Rocky feels like going home in such an indescribable way – it’s comforting, familiar, and makes my heart swell with so much joy. Just drives home the point that home can mean so many things <3

Made me cry <3

Yes! Dallas Love Field.

This is perfect.