


Home. Home is a huge concept to me. I love spending time at home, making it comfortable and livable and cozy and friendly and welcoming and just enjoying being here. (Speaking of which, it's a snow day today - the snow is supposed to begin any time now and turn to ice pellets and rain tonight. Mmmmm, cozy!) People's homes say a lot about them, and you get an immediate sense when you enter someone's home if it's one of those friendly welcoming places, one of those sterile plastic-y disinfected locales, one of those medicinal-smelling senior's homes, or one of those places you don't really want to breathe in because you're afraid of what might be floating in the air. Being welcomed into someone else's home and really feeling at home is a wonderful and rare thing. We have a couple of friends who will soon be moving away, and their house is one of those places. They're doing a lot of work on the house before they sell it, and have been so kind as to give us any furniture and other things we were interested in (they're not taking anything with them). My hope is that their 'stuff' will serve not only useful purposes in our home, but will add more of that friendliness and sense of relaxation to our space. So as much as I enjoy the stuff because it's lovely, there's a smidge of sadness because they'll be leaving, and a smidge of warm fuzzies because it's an extension of them which is now a part of us.
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