
“Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Thanks, Spidey.
Is it just me, or do others instinctively think of being at their parents’ house as being ‘home‘?
I may be forty+, married with a Hubby Dearest, children and pets of our own, with a roof over our head that is our home, but nothing can beat the feeling of going ‘home‘.
This building I visit, the house that Pops and Mum live in now, has never been the place I grew up in. In fact, they bought it shortly before I became a mother myself.
Yet it is ‘home‘.
Because of the people who live here, the love they have showered upon my brother and me, and the memories they created for us.
Don’t get me wrong, my own little home is a very special place, and when I am back in my normal life, there is nothing better than pottering around in my home.
But coming ‘home‘ is just the best feeling ever ❤
Which place feels like ‘home‘ to you?
Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps ❤











