This is a post for Debe Maxwell, CRS 's June challenge on Home ownership, and what it means to us.
No doubt, when you own a home whether grand or humble, there is a that secure feeling of "this is mine". It looks great on a financial statement, it has tax benefits, and there is an appreciation of value as years go by.
Owning your home gives you the freedom to paint the walls chartreuse, and the entry door hot pink (unless you are in HOA situation). Then you are in trouble and no doubt will have to repaint those chartreuse walls and hot pink entry door. Relax, you can always have your favorite colors inside where the nosy HOA police are not allowed.
For both of us, home is where our hearts are--a place we love. It is a feeling of familiarity, a feeling of comfort, and a feeling of confidence that all it well. With that in mind, coming home from our two week biz trip, began as I spotted the sandy beaches from the plane just minutes before landing. Home for me was the whole environment of Santa Barbara County, not just an edifice in Carpinteria. Of course, it was a delight to see our cat Quincy, hold him and listen to him purr and purr welcoming us home...
We both felt at home in Paris. Personally (A), I felt emotional as we left the plane, I could feel my parents spirit there, both lived in France and my father served with the French Armed Forces during WWII. They loved the Pont Alexandre III, (pictured above) built to commemorate the Franco-Russian alliance. Perhaps, for them, it was symbolic of their marriage. The sculptures represent the Neva (Russian river)and the Sena Seine (French River). To this day, I can hear them exclaiming with pleasure, "there is the Pont Alexandre!"
Like me, Ron felt just as much at home in Paris as I did. For him it was sensing the greatness that surrounded us in architecture, art and beauty. He felt it inspired him to be better and greater. He was moved by so many of the paintings we saw and talked about after wards. He relished being surrounded by unlimited genius. All that resonated with his nature, and that for him is being home, comfortable in his own skin.
He also told me, he knew the food would be great as would the libations. (Pictured above is our first champagne toast at lunch!) For us, home is where our hearts are, a place we love...