H is for: ♥ Home is where the Heart is ♥

If you are like me,  today’s subject is right up my alley.  I feel like an escargot some days… wherever I go, home follows me. 
                                              
I have lived in tiny apartments that could have been considered dreadful if it was not for the fact that it is where I had made my home and that every inch in there spoke of me .  Be it a knick-knack on a table, a picture on the wall, a placemat well displayed, I don’t need an interior decorator’s degree to make a place my own.
My corner at the office is my home away from home:  there I have a beautiful nameplate to stake my claim.  I have a few pictures of my dogs on my bulletin board and also a drawing of a sunshine that my sister sent me last year during  a month-long deluge.  I have hung 3 frames with my favorite verses on the wall at eye level and of course, the folders I use to keep my paperwork organized are all red. J

A house is just a house, until you make it a home.  I’ve seen myself hanging paintings on the wall before I start unpacking the boxes.  And If I’m going to stay in a hotel room, I’ll make it my own by bringing some candles
or a Teddy Bear;  I even bring my favorite pillow in it’s red pillowcase :-)

So when I hear someone describing their place as being a "dump", I really don’t understand how they can live there if that’s how they feel about it.  My home is my castle and it sure feels like one to me. 
                                                                         
 It’s my safe place, my sanctuary; my shelter, my resting place.  It’s not the money I spend on furniture or decorations; it’s about the love I unpack into every room, first for my own enjoyment, and then for my sanity.

Salut for now and I leave you with a quote from Dorothy “There is no place like home!”           
                                                   
Signing off:

Better be a Little "S" than a Little Less!  ♥