Is there somewhere you feel absolutely comfortable and at ease? For me, that place has always been smushed between my brother and my sister. The three of us have a similarly silly sense of humor, and coming together always means lots of laughter, inside jokes, and secret languages.
My mom’s best friend (aka her sister) started having children when my brother, sister and I started elementary school, and our cousins quickly became like younger siblings to us. Before they could question what was normal, we shared our silly secrets and expanded our trio to an incredibly happy sixsome.
You can tell fate brought us Jon (my husband) and Daniel (my sister’s husband) because their quirky personalities make them a natural fit for our family. Where am I going with all this? The eight of us got together for the Fourth of July, and the entire weekend felt like home. I know, I know, a weekend can’t feel like home, right? But the thing is, being with them – no matter the location – feels like home to me.
Making something ‘feel like home’ is a pretty important task. I grew up in Phoenix, went to college in New Orleans, and then lived in Mexico (volunteering), Chicago (graduate school), Wisconsin (husband’s job) and Minneapolis over a period of 5 years. During that time, my parents moved to Washington DC, my brother graduated school in South Carolina, and my sister bought a home in Phoenix. Jon’s family lives in Wisconsin and my grandparents and best friends are in Chicago. Can you see how spread out my heart is? The people I love are dispersed all over this wonderful country.
I wish I could convince my nearest and dearest to buy homes on the same street as me, but it’s probably not written in the stars. Instead, I find all kinds of happiness by bringing everyone together. That picture above? A little bit of the greatness – my sister’s husband, my sister, me, Jon, and my baby brother.
Where do you feel most at home?
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