May 18, 2012


I've been home (my parents house) for a few days now and I still can't get over how nice the comforts of familiarity feels. All those things that I took for granted when I lived here, the sights, the smells, the food, the people. Shame on me.

I'm discovering that not only does the lake call me home, but oh so much more.

Not for a single second have I wished that I could go back to my life before I was married (not because it wasn't great, it was). Not a single argument, fight or homesick day has made me desire my single life. I love Matt more than anything and I love being married. I loved my parents home, but I knew that it was time to make my own life with Matt--to look forward and find hope in our future. I love having our own home together, I love being on the adventure called Grad School, I love just


I have come "home" for the first extended visit without Matt since we have been married. So here I am with just my parents, living similarly to how I did during our dating and engagement season. I'm back in my old bedroom, sleeping alone and remembering all my sweet memories of the optimistic, timid, and hopeful single girl that I was.

Being back alone has given me a chance to really focus on all that this place offers. The view of the lake is one thing--

but the first climb into bed with my old sheets and the scent of mom's detergent filled my nose and mind with comfort....

And then the breeze from my windows, catching the leaves of the trees...

and the faint but familiar sound of the train in the distance.

In the mornings the scent of breakfast wafting its way up the stairs becomes my morning wake up call.

The excitement of my dog and her tail each time I come into the same room as her.

The loving and familiar pat of my dad's hand on my back as he walks by.

And the sound of my mom's sewing machine fiercely piecing together another quilted masterpiece.

It seems as though I am home.

And though I miss Matt a silly amount for only being away from him for a week and a half--it's nice to know that somethings don't change. Home has remained the same. Thankfully the people that make my house a home are still here, the love is still abounding and the shower head still has amazing water pressure.

home is {still} home.



  1. Hi! I'm your newest follower ;)

    I see you live in Ohio, ME TOO!
    I feel like our state gets left out in the blogging world hehe.

    Can't wait to see more from you :)
    Are you up near Erie now?


    1. Hey, yes! We are the under represented gals of Ohio! I am up on Lake Erie near Sandusky! Best place to have to be during an Ohio summer :)

      Thanks for stopping in! Ill be hoppin' over to your blog too!

  2. I couldn't have said it better. Just like you, I wouldn't trade my married life for the world, but I've gotten so used to my new life that it's not until I visit home that I realize how much I miss it. Not because I want it back, but it's kind of sad to know that the life that I knew for 20 years will never be my life again. I totally feel ya girl! Ps you're a really good writer! New follower :)

    1. Oh this was such a sweet comment. Thank you for the compliment on my writing. :)

      I think I'm feeling a tad nostalgic... knowing that 'this' isn't really what it use to be, but a small taste of what I use to have. Life as a daughter living at home brings out entirely different emotions than being a wife living with your husband. Neat to kinda go back and remember all the amazingness I had--and essentially still have.

      Thanks for following. I'm hopping over to your blog now! :)