The neighborhood is nothing much to write home about. Just so so. But the home is really where the family is. Well, for a woodcarver, it’s also where your workshop is, too.
Home is where the first thing in the morning, one cat comes in to mutter about breakfast in my ear gently, then the other walks across my hip, and finally the dog bursts in with a thumping tail demanding breakfast for all three. “Dad! Our appetite is gigantic! You have to get up now!”
My wife is a night shift nurse, so home is also where I tiptoe through our bedroom to avoid waking her on my way to my little office.
On the side sits the garden, patrolled faithfully by our dog. At this time of year, it’s mysterious and overgrown.
My shop? Right now, projects are calling to me with a siren song: “finish me fool.” Then you can move on to that clipper ship you want to do so much!”
So what do I love about the place I live? The house houses us, and the neighborhood surrounds us. But it is the living, actualizing, and stimulating nature of our family and the activities that I love. It is the heartbeat of the family.
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Home is where I get up in the morning and two creatures are just incredibly glad to see me. I bend down and embrace them and say, “Good morning, family” as I have since 2020. Then they go back to chasing each other, I make my coffee and organize their breakfast. As for the hood? It has its points.
It sounds like your home is your peaceful place.
it is/