Thursday, April 21, 2011

Blog Challenge Day 8

A place you love:

There are lots of places I love actually. But, when I stop and think about it, I think the place I love the most is my grandparent's house. Which set? Both.

I was SOOOO sad when my Grandma/pa Reeder sold their house last year. They had been there for 40 years. It was where Trav & I got married. My parents had their reception there in the '70's. I could remember the orange shag carpet from when I was a kid. Grandpa had his leather room. Just sooo many things from my childhood that I absolutely loved about the place. Their new house is nice, don't get me wrong. It just isn't the same though.

My Grandpa/ma Maughan live/d on a farm. I love the farm. I remember watching some of my cousins trying to ride one of the calves. I remember gathering chicken eggs. I remember weenie roasts down at the river bottoms. I remember watching the Logan fireworks from the front yard. I remember slipping and sliding up and down the hill in the mud before it was paved. I remember making candy with Grandma at Christmas. I remember HUGE family get togethers (6 boys all married with at least 3 kids a piece). Grandpa still lives in this house and still runs the farm (to be honest, for an 84 yr old man he's always on the move! I don't think I could keep up to him on a slow day!). The only thing that bums me out when I go to visit is that all of grandma's flowers are gone. Grandpa never was one for that stuff.

Other places I love:
I LOVED New Zealand. We toured the entire south island when we went to visit Grandpa/ma Maughan on their mission. Everything was sooo green. Their "mountains" were hills in comparison to ours, but it never felt like I was far from home. Sydney was cool, but I don't think I'd want to live in a city that size. Hawaii was beautiful, but I'd miss my mountains.

My parent's house. It's totally different from when I was growing up, but surprisingly, I'm okay with that. There's just something about the place that says "home".

My house. Why is it so far down on the list? Well, we've lived in about 9 places over the course of our 12 years of marriage. It always seemed that as soon as a place started to feel like home we'd have to move. I keep expecting that to happen again! It's weird to live in one place for so long ( 4 years)! I don't think that the saying "home is where the heart is" really applies to me. I think home is wherever you are with the ones that mean the most to you. To me, home is/was my grandparent's house.

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