Day 585

Home means so many different things to so many people. A home can be small, large, cluttered, minimalistic, pet-friendly, modern, country or a million other descriptors. The important thing is that each place feels like home to the people who live there.

Our own home tends to be more on the "busy" side of of the spectrum. Not only are there a multitude of activities involving our four pups, but the walls are covered with memorabilia, the eclectic furniture was built for cozy comfort and we don't take our shoes off at the door (I tell everyone, "My Goldens don't take their shoes off, why should you?") In other words, it is a place where comfort reigns supreme.

Other homes are just as inviting, even though they might be shoes-off and clutter free. There have been many places that, when I walk through the front door, I feel right at home. Although the walls are not literally covered with photos, paintings and "stuff," there is an air of welcome.

The Big White House has been home for my entire life. It was my own Nanny's, then my parents and now it belongs to me. Being the third generation, I have inherited MANY items that have stayed right where the last owner left them, but it seems my tenure in the house has focused more on kids and dogs...which can lead to a bit of chaotic warmth.

As my house is a reflection of what is important to my immediate family, other houses paint a picture of those who live within the walls. There is not a formula or recipe for a "home," but one thing seems to permeate the walls of each one.

That element is family love. It comes in the form of memories, beloved artifacts and the people who walk within. If I were to ask my house what it thought of the ambiance that is within, I think it would say, "I like the laughter, the love and the dogs. I am glad you are my owner...but perhaps you could work on that Golden Fluff that seems to be everywhere."