Home is where the heart is--right? So wherever I go, I'm "home". One of Teesha Moore's "House" stamps, felt heart, key embellishment from Blue Moon, hand-cut and decorated paper wings, patterned tape (maps, scrolls) and "peel and stick gemstones" from Chenille Kraft. Details with Plaid "All Night Media" liquid embossing fluid, and stamp ink (Ranger, Tsukineko).
Since my 20's I've lived in apartments and rental condos. I've lost track of how many roommates I've had, dogs, girlfriends or boyfriends my roommates have had, cat's I've had, well, you get the picture. Since my son was born in 1997 it has been mostly him and me in our apartments, except for a period of around 3 to 4 years when I either lived with or was married to his dad.
Even though my son is pretty happy to call two places home (dad's and mine) his home with me has changed physically as I've moved, about once a year, all my son's childhood. I'm not sure why I move so much. I've begun to suspect that moving is how I deal with the need to clear space, get rid of clutter, start fresh. But I always have a "good" reason or two. Too cheap, too expensive, creepy neighbors, traffic noise, want to be closer to my teaching job, want to be closer to my son's school.
Which brings me to the next challenge. In this last school year I've been driving myself crazy trying to decide which high school would best suit my son. He's been in a charter school for most of K-8. I would like to move to the proximity of his high school to be--but I can't get a feel for it. He is not athletic so a high school that emphasizes sports is out. He is a "gifted-talented" kiddo but he is not an "A" type personality so an AP program might not be a fit. Not driven, not that interested in all A's. Man.
I think that this card is a reminder about being happy and at home wherever I am, physically, right now. If "home is where the heart is" then wherever my heart continues to pump that red stuff around, from my toes to my crown--that's home. Welcome home.