Thursday, October 26, 2006
I have lived in many homes. Big homes, little homes, fancy homes, simple homes, new homes, old homes but always felt something missing in each one. When William and I moved back here I felt I had found what I had been missing. This home wasn't built to be a home. It was built in the 1940's at Ft Bragg to be used however the army needed it. In the 1960's the army sold it and it was moved to the property here. And it was still many things before it was a home. It was a haybarn and a place where rock bands practiced before a man and his wife turned it into a 3 bedroom home and sold it to William. He and his family lived here in between times he wasn't stationed in Alaska, Oklahoma among other army bases. It was rented out and trashed. Then it stood empty for years and had very very bad water damage. When we moved back here I found what I had been missing all my life. A home that seemed to wrap its heart around me and fill my soul with love and contentment. Where William saw water damaged ceilings and walls, I saw tile ceilings, and warm colored walls. Where William saw damaged floors and a trashed house I saw hardwood floors with old fashioned comfortable furniture, braided rugs, and lamps everywhere. The house could see the things I saw and welcomed me home with open arms. Our home seems to smile when its insides are filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread or a big pot of vegetable soup bubbling on the back of the wood stove. I smile when I see the shelves filled with canned vegetables from our gardens and jars of homemade jams and jellies. To me our home seems to give us enjoyment, contentment and love. Our home isn't way out in the country nor is it very big, but it has everything I have been searching for. I can stand on the front porch and watch the woodpeckers, finches, bluejays,robins, cardinals,wrens and many others gathering around the birdfeeders and birdbaths. I can sit on the back porch and listen to the screech owls, whipperwhills and all the other country night sounds while watching the stars. I love the long dirt lane you have to drive down to get to our home. I love the big oak trees that shade our home. I love having woods around us and watching the squirrels, opossums and fox. I love each new season that comes to our home. Its not just a place to repair and decorate. Its a home where every day brings a sense of peace in your heart. There is always repairs and decorating to do but this home has given us the desire to do these. It has given us that dream we both seemed to be searching for all these years.. Cutting, splitting and stacking wood is backbreaking but important in keeping us warm through the winter. Gardening and taking care of the animals that provide us with eggs, milk and cheese is sometimes tiring work but important too. Most days are filled with hard work but when the winter winds start to blow and we are snug in our home by the cozy fire, we are content. We are so blessed to have a home embrace us with love and fulfill our dreams. William and I both agree, its a good home and we love it!