I grew up in a coaching family. We moved numerous times during my grade school years. It was always extremely hard. I never wanted to leave friends and homes. I was fortunate to have a great family that was supportive during these moves. Well who am I kidding? We probably drove each other nuts for the first couple of weeks until everyone started making friends and adjusting to a new life. 24/7 together. I can't tell you how many hours I spent with my sisters sponging old wallpaper to the point of no return, just to peel it away and get it ready for my parents to paint. And this was always in sweltering 90 degree weather.
Now I decided to marry a football coach where we have been married for a year and half and have moved 3 times! Great way to kick off this journey! Luckily I haven't had to peel any wallpaper. Just living with bears and all...
The point of this is we moved so much where was the one place we could call home? Yes, visiting our grandparents in Nebraska and Minnesota became our most familiar places. But when we discussed "home" our "home" was where the 5 of us were.
This got me thinking the past few days because I find myself a little homesick. I wish I lived a lot closer to my sisters and we could just pop in on each other now and then. I blame those darn TV shows, like Brothers and Sisters, where it seems like no one works, or they at least have the most flexible work schedules in the world, and they can see their brothers and sisters at any given time of the day! And it makes me want that!
But my new "home" now is wherever K and I are. That is why when I came across this print on Pinterest, it only took me 2 seconds to locate it on Etsy and buy it from Mod Momento.
Since that photo turned out incredibly light here is the print from Mod Momento
Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend! We will be hanging out at "home."