Home is a lovely place where you hang your hat and hunker down. It's a place to relax and just be yourself, to unwind and let loose. You can dance. You can sing. You can even do these things in your underwear if you want; unless of course, Mom says no.
Home is where the heart is...or so they say. I wonder how that translates for people who don't have a home. On a day like today, it wouldn't be so bad. The weather was perfect for camping and homelessness. On a day like tomorrow when umbrellas have been advised, it would be worse. I don't think the rain would even matter if someone would just talk to me while I am on the street and in the rain. I have nowhere to hang my hat or hunker down or sing and dance in my underwear, with no Mother to tell me to put some clothes on.
Home is a lovely word if you have one and even more lovely if you don't.
{Authored by an individual who previously experienced homelessness.}
It's a really wonderful and touching post. Very often we take Home for granted and this is just a beautiful reminder of how we must be grateful for what we have.
ReplyDeleteFabulous and thoughtful post. I was checking through the list and found you, there really is 'no place like home"
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