Mar 092013
 

Today’s #FiveMinuteFridayPrompt: Home

House or home?

House or home?

Though I’ve lived as long in my current house as the one I grew up in, my childhood home hasn’t been replaced.  It’s in another state, fourteen hours away, and houses strangers.  The neighboring houses are now likewise inhabited by strangers. It’s painful to drive by it; the reality of loss re-opens the holes in my heart.

But that house is still my home,  just as my current home is, because it is still the setting of my memories. It’s still the place where I became me. It’s still the place in which I wander in my dreams. It’s part of me.

Five Minute Friday

#FiveMinuteFriday

“It’s not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing. “

This is a great writing exercise even if you’re not blogging your treasures (memories). Your spontaneous thoughts on a given subject can reveal your personality, daily life, beliefs, etc. If you are blogging, I encourage you to join in! If you want to connect on Twitter, use the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday.

(c) Laura Hedgecock 2013

  8 Responses to “Home–A Five Minute Friday Post”

  1. I haven’t thought about the home I had for most of my childhood. So many memories were good. My mind is often filled with the memories of my home(s) with my children. The holes in my heart are from losses that included heartache for my children. But we continue to make memories, good memories, with each stop along the way.
    “The setting of my memories.” Such a good word to speak to my heart as we prepare for yet another move.

  2. Oh, I hope my childhood home is never given to the hand of strangers! I can’t even imagine! Love your thoughts here, though. God bless!

  3. Hi Laura, thanks so much for visiting my blog with the 5 Minute Friday thingy! Your site looks intriguing and I look forward to exploring around here!
    Susie

  4. Thank you for visiting my blog PS Annie! It is nice to meet a home-girl. 🙂

    The first childhood home that I remember no longer exists. I don’t know if it was taken down or if it burned. It was just not there one day when I went by to show my children the house that I lived in from age 5 to age 12. Before that, we had lived in the house directly across the street from it and it was gone, too. Earlier this year during one of the South Carolina tornadoes, the home that I lived in through my teenage years with my parents was taken out by a tornado. My daddy died in December and now the home that he worked so hard for is gone, too. All that is left is the land and the memories.

    All that’s left is moving forward. I am glad to meet a kindred spirit, someone that understands my dreary post. Thanks again for stopping by to visit my blog. Have a great weekend.

  5. It’s amazing how much our childhood homes stick with us, isn’t it? Thanks for sharing this perspective.

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