One of the places that has become integral in my life is my sister’s house. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. I love that place. There was a time when it was my second home and during that time, I wished it was my actual home.
Some of my favorite memories are waking up on Saturday morning and walking upstairs to find my sister already making breakfast. I would take it upon myself to make coffee and we would chat and laugh and enjoy coffee while making breakfast together.
I remember thinking that I shouldn’t love her house more than my own, when my own house was where my children were. It made me realize that a house is only as good as the people in it. I love my kids, but there were other factors that made it difficult to be home. It was during that time that I really came to believe that a home is where you feel safe and loved; and as a result, I’ve come to think of people as my home more than the roof over my head.
My boyfriend is my home… My children are my home… My sister and her family are my home…
I used to take the kids up to my sister’s house for the weekend. They used to love just hanging out with their cousins for two days. I know my youngest would still go up there as much as we did back then, but for me, it’s become just a place I go to visit my sister because I now have a safe, loving place to call home. Every time I visit, though, I’m reminded how much being there helped me cope with a difficult time in my life.
I always give my sister crap because she moved so far away from the rest of us (it’s only about 45 minutes away, but that’s a lifetime when all I want is to hang out with my sister right this minute!).
So there you have it. A place I love that holds some of my favorite people. What about you? Do you have a favorite place?
Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee at Just Fooling Around With Bee. Today’s prompt was to talk about a place you love.