Home Sweet Home by Beth Nedelka

When reading Homeless by Anna Quindlan in class I started to think about my own home. Quindlan described how every house has something that makes it special that we learn to love as time goes on. Soon images of my own house flooded my mind as I tried to think of what made my home, home. 

My house is anything but big. Most people compare it to a cabin and describe how "cozy" it is. And I agree. In the front room the wood ceiling slopes upward to make the room feel much bigger than it is. I have memories from when I used to stay home sick and lay on the couch looking at the ceiling admiring all the accented knots in the wood and trying to make shapes out of them. The beautiful oak color lightens the room and shines bright when the sun comes through the windows. 

During the cold seasons I spend most of my time standing directly in front of the fireplace trying to warm up. I migrate from the one in the front of the house to the larger fire place in the living room. The  fires are always burning bright and are the only thing to warm me up on a cold winter day. Some days I'll lay on the small rug in front of the fire and be accompanied by my best friend (my dog). We cuddle together and look out the window as we watch the snow fall on the ground. There is a soft hum to the fire place in my living room from the blower that helps push out the heat that fills my house. 

There is always some type of music playing to really make my house home. My mom always makes sure to turn on "The Coffee House" radio station that can be heard from all over the house. Guitar melodies and songs about love, heart break, and mainly life fill my house. 

So as we sat in the cold cold school and were asked to imagine the best qualities of our homes, warm thoughts of the fire, my dog, wood ceilings, and music filled my mind. And I had never wanted to go home more. 

My doggo Sierra laying in front of the fire place in the front :)

The two of us had a photo shoot one day in the living room!