Home. The word conjures of thoughts of warm quilts, satisfying foods, family and pets. It is where we go to recharge and get our thoughts together.
When my husband and I were first married, we lived in an extremely old trailer for a very brief period of time. The only thing good about it was the view and my husband. Truly. It leaked, it was smelly and should have been destroyed years before but the rent the was so cheap and it enabled us to purchase our first home shortly after. (Thank goodness!)
Our first (officially ours) home was a three bedroom bungalow that was so dirty that the off-white carpet in the master bedroom was gray and it took three of us an entire morning to clean out the laundry room because they had been venting it inside the house without a filter. Despite all that, we gave a it a nice coat of paint, cleaned up the yard and it turned out to be a lovely little bungalow for the year that we were in it. I rather like that house. We had great neighbours and it was just nice. When we sold it, made a little bit on it that helped us to buy our next home, where we lived for over fourteen years.
I loved my second house but as our children grew older we realized that it was pretty tight quarters. When we would open our closet doors in the master bedroom, we had to climb over the bed to get to the other side of the room. The two girls rooms were not much better for space. Our yard had been bald-ass prairie when we moved in and by the time we sold it, it was like a beautiful park. I swear that was why the next couple that lived there purchased it. They got married in the back yard shortly after they moved in. We made a bit on it when we sold and purchased a lovely sixties-style two-story that we absolutely love. Sure it needs newer flooring and some updating but it has been a wonderful home to live in. We have a gorgeous yard and mature trees. Our neighbours are the nicest people you could ever meet. It has been a great home to have raised the girls in.