(the view from my front door)
It got me thinking. It got me thinking because often I feel like my home isn't so great too. I get embarrassed by it. I get embarrassed to say that I live in a shed (sorry, shouse) and sometimes, well pretty much all times I don't invite people over because of it. Me who cares not what others think, cares what others think about my home.
I thought about it quite a bit when I heard this little titbit of gossip and I thought about what makes a home great. Is it granite benchtops, a rumpus room (which usually don't see much rumpusing) and a massive bathroom sink or is it memories and laughter and the occasional cobweb in the toilet?
One day, when our house is finished, will I look up here at our old shouse and miss it just a little? Probably not so much but what I do know is that this little shouse of ours is more of a shome than I realised.
What do you think? What makes your house a home?










