A few years back I took a great class called 31 Things with the amazing memory keeper, Ali Edwards. The class is meant to generate material to be included in a scrap book but seeing as I don’t scrap book, I used the class to inspire blog posts.
I was thrilled to discover that Ali is now offering 31 More Things. I was a bit late to the party as the class started last week, but I jumped in and will be going there for inspiration over the next few weeks.
The first prompt that caught my eye was ‘Home.’
“…the house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing or reading or just sitting and thinking best or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness…”
Home is shoes overflowing from the cubbies in the mudroom and coats bursting from their hooks making it hard to walk through the halls. Home is hearing “Mom!” so many times you think you might scream but then when the girls aren’t there, wondering why it is so quiet. Home is the kitchen that we all sit in even though the light isn’t great because it’s the best place for talking. Home is the comfy sectional couch that makes the perfect spot for watching Gilmore Girl marathons or reading An Open Window on a holiday weekend. Home is the dining room table covered with notebooks and pens, with folders and binders and directories. There is a desk up stairs in the guest room but the dining room is where I work. The upstairs desk holds piles of paper and books. Home is the bright light that comes through the front door and creates the perfect napping spot for the dog and the cat, sometimes together but often not. Home is the awkward spot the front door opens on to. Not a foyer or a living room. The spot that is in limbo until we figure out exactly what it is. Home is Katherine’s bedroom, pinker than she wants it to be now. And Caroline’s room still a perfect turquoise. Pretty and bold just like she is. And the guest room with my desk overflowing with papers and books and Rob’s desk, perfectly ordered nothing out of place. Home is our bedroom. The spot where I go at the end of each day knowing that home is exactly where I most want to be.