Sometimes I wonder how much of our self esteem is wrapped up in the appearance of our home. When we bought our first house, without a realtor, simply walked into a for sale by owner home that felt like home and said we'll take it, we had never felt prouder. It wasn't long before those four walls seemed to shrink with the arrival of two baby boys and home wasn't homey anymore.
When I look at the photo of the shanty home in Ghana above, I feel ashamed to have been ashamed of our tiny first house. We may have had mismatched appliances, Grandma's old furniture, and painted over wallpaper but we also had a yard and a fence and a safe neighborhood to rest within.
Home is a place to shelter the ones we love from the chill of the wind and world. Most Americans have that no matter how small or grand their home may appear.
Home should at the very least mean safe and comforting.
Beautiful is a luxury many people don't have but who is to say they don't love being home? Because home is where the heart is and that cannot be captured on film.
Every Friday a five minute, un-edited freewrite on the topic of The Gypsy Mama's choice.
Stop by and see what others say about HOME this week.