DAY 14 – HOME
My mother’s nickname was ‘Gypsy’. Divorced with 3 kids in tow, she bought homes, updated them, and sold them at a profit to help support us. She did a good job.
We all helped, and I’m thankful to say that I’m capable of doing any home improvement project. The downside was that we learned to keep a lot packed because we wouldn’t be settling in. That was unsettling. I don’t know whether I can think of any house as a home because I’m always afraid of getting the rug pulled from under me, literally.
‘Home‘ can mean different thing to different people. My home is in my husband’s arms, being buried under a pile of smooching pups, seeing my goats run to me each morning, and in noting that all sorts of critters seek refuge wherever I live.