My little blue house is the place I call home right now with my noisy family.
It is the place I am bringing up my babies, my pets
and working to keep and maintain with my husband.
It is the place that I scrawled, “I love it” on the details
when we first came to view it and the place we sigh,
“I love it” when we come back from a trip.
But my little house is also the place that nags me
into chores and bills and debts and rats and drips and clutter,
on and on to the point that I cry out, "this place is driving me nuts".

Our sense of home is so personal, diverse, and complicated.
We all experience different visions of what home means
and are in different stages of our life’s journey home.
Home encompasses so much more than just the structure of where you live and the details you would find from a realtor’s notes.
It is the where, the who, the how and more.
I wonder if any of us are living our whole definition of home
at any one moment in our lives?
If pressed there is usually something missing
or out of whack whether it is in the bricks and mortar,
a disconnect with surroundings, missing people or missing place.
What I have found, when I take a step back,
is that the sense of home is in the little things
and that finding your place can look like anything.

Home is the place you can walk through the door and shed your outside self.
It is where you feel yourself sinking into complete comfort, wherever that may be.
The place you can talk, and be heard, without uttering a sound.
It is the hug when you definitely needed it.
It is a colour, a view, a warm memory stirred.
A fresh cup of tea poured from your very own pot.
Home is a laugh when your funny friend visits,
or a wave of “hello” when you’re out in your day.
Home can be anything, anything at all.
When you feel truly connected to something you are home.

The fun for this month is finding where this happens for you.