It's been almost 6 yrs. since my husband died and this morning out of the blue I woke up in tears thinking of him, missing him, but then I read your post, Sue, and see the resilience and fortitude you've had since Mike's passing and how you have carved out a satisfying new life and existence for yourself and it gave me the motivation to keep on going despite occasional setbacks which are part of the grief journey! Thank you Sue and thank you for your perpetual Luminist smiles each week which add warmth to my heart!
Carol, honestly today I cried missing Mike for a plethora of reasons, missing him at the top of the list. I have days of tears alongside my thriving existence! I’m right there with you. ❤️
When I was a kid, I knew that the place where I was growing up was not my home. We often visited family in another part of the state, and I knew that that was home. I have lived here since I was 17. It is home. The house where my kids grew up should be my definition of home. It was for a while. But the place I live now, which is solely mine--that is home. It is my refuge. It reflects me and no one else. I got to choose a crazy kitchen backsplash that says "me" to everyone who enters. I've yet to find an international home, but Dingle, Ireland, is fighting for a chance. Glad you have found a home.
It's been almost 6 yrs. since my husband died and this morning out of the blue I woke up in tears thinking of him, missing him, but then I read your post, Sue, and see the resilience and fortitude you've had since Mike's passing and how you have carved out a satisfying new life and existence for yourself and it gave me the motivation to keep on going despite occasional setbacks which are part of the grief journey! Thank you Sue and thank you for your perpetual Luminist smiles each week which add warmth to my heart!
Carol, honestly today I cried missing Mike for a plethora of reasons, missing him at the top of the list. I have days of tears alongside my thriving existence! I’m right there with you. ❤️
When I was a kid, I knew that the place where I was growing up was not my home. We often visited family in another part of the state, and I knew that that was home. I have lived here since I was 17. It is home. The house where my kids grew up should be my definition of home. It was for a while. But the place I live now, which is solely mine--that is home. It is my refuge. It reflects me and no one else. I got to choose a crazy kitchen backsplash that says "me" to everyone who enters. I've yet to find an international home, but Dingle, Ireland, is fighting for a chance. Glad you have found a home.
Yes, geez, love this so much Sheryl! ❤️
❤️ it!
Love your description of Dutch houseboats:). We miss you, Sue! To new friendships that feel so natural and real.
Aww I love to hear other people’s feelings on what home means. So well written too! ❤️