Hello! Now that we’ve settled into our home, I think it’s about time I start writing again. This has been an incredible year of blessings and big moves for sure. Between our move into our dream home in the suburbs, to others close to us moving near and far, it has been a year of change. Luckily, it has all been great and for me, that comes with self reflection. I’m a thinker – always have been, always will be. Lately with all the moves, I’ve been thinking about what this life is really about as far as family and love. My sister, moved to another city — a great city filled with opportunity and bursting with energy. It was a difficult decision, one that required lots of thought, but ultimately, the right move for them. If you have a sister, and you are fortunate to be close to them, you understand how strong the bond is. It’s been nearly 2 months, give or take, since their move, and the feels are kicking in. I miss her!
While staring out the window one day one our fall drives around town, I started thinking about how location doesn’t matter. Yes, logistically it’s not possible to pop by each other’s homes, but the relationship doesn’t change. You see, because home is not where people are, it’s what is in your heart. After our parents passed away, going back to our childhood home was always hard. It’s not a ‘break down cry’ type of hard, but it’s a feeling in your gut. Because you know when you walk through those doors, mom and dad are no longer there, and it’s just a house with 4 walls that have witnessed laughs and tears, and now stand still in silence. Mentally, it was exhausting for me and still is to this day, but it’s a burden that I’ve dealt with because well, business as usual. Responsibilities don’t just disappear so it’s our obligation to maintain what we can. Now that we’ve bought our first home, I understand the struggle it took to get there and the feeling of pure joy when we got the keys. So it takes me back to my parents and knowing they must’ve felt the same when they bought their first home.
When she moved, I couldn’t help to get saddened by the fact that she doesn’t have a childhood home to come back to – So the saying “home is where your heart is” should really be “your heart is where home is”.
If in this very moment, everything was taken from you physically, the love and memories don’t fade. In fact, they are appreciated that much more. That is, if you train your mind to think that way. Small moments throughout the day may spring up memories you’ve otherwise forgotten about. Literally, the smallest of moments. Just today I was eating an apple and I had a flashback of my childhood. When we were kids, our grandparents lived with us, and every time my grandma would eat apples, she would slice them super thin – thin enough that you could practically read through the other end. She would feed them to us when we were little. Same with grapes – because of our “aversion” to the skin, we’d sit together and peel the skin off grapes before eating them. Moments like those were so minor and yet, so many years later, they are still thought about.
Treasure your heart and the memories it holds.