I had a bunch of ideas for this word of the week but nothing really came to fruition. With midterms going on, I was sort of pressed for time. The way I wanted to use “frame” wasn’t in the cards…but then, my husband, my biggest source of inspiration said “Why not a door frame?”
And I thought, why not, indeed?
So, welcome to the front door of my home. If you had any clue or have been reading my blog for some time, you would know why this particular door frame means so much to me and my family. A year ago, we were being thrown out of our original home due to foreclosure. Nothing we did, mind you, just victims of circumstance.
You can read the story surrounding it here at “This Old House”, a post I made a year ago.
This picture, taken one night when we first moved into our new home, means a lot to me. It was the symbol of a new beginning. This front door has seen the entry of my grandchildren. It has been the gateway to many parties, a lot of laughs and of course, a few tears. But, this new home has also been the source of safety…a place where I now know I will never be asked to leave ever again. I will never have to come home to see chains on the front door. I will never have a process server come up to me and say “Sorry, Ma’am, but this house is being seized by the bank.” I will never have to call my husband in California ever again and say, “baby, they lost the house on us. We’re homeless as of next week. What are we going to do?”
It will never, ever, happen again.
So, while this might not be the home where my first granddaughter came home to, or learned to walk in. While this may not be the house that my husband and I dreamed of buying once upon a time, it is better than what we had, because it is safe. It’s in a fantastic neighborhood, surrounded by a cop, an ex-marine and a private detective. It has a much bigger backyard where my grandbabies can run around in. It is a stones throw from my sons school bus stop. It is beautiful, spacious with vaulted ceilings and a large, bright and welcoming kitchen. There is a step down living room with cherry wood floors with an amazing warmth to it. The bedrooms are large and expansive. There are windows everywhere, not like our past home which was dark and dreary. But most of all, it is inviting. It envelopes all who pass through it like a secure hug. Surely, it is not the house itself that make a home, but rather, the love contained within. But this home that we have made fits us like a glove.
Coming home one night, I noticed how it glowed, like a beacon in the dark…welcoming us in and assuring us that we will never go back to where we were a year ago ever again. It is where new memories are being made, where happiness and love abound and where all who enter through that front door frame are friends. People I trust. People I love. People who embrace me and whom I embrace in return.
It is our home. And, should you ever be in the neighborhood, it is your home as well.
Drop in. Any time. The door is wide open.