Home.

Home to me.

(PS...when I think of "home" this song always pops in my head ....apparently it's from the Dawson's Creek soundtrack...I don't know I never watched that show.  I love this song; mainly because this girl sang it in our sorority on pref night and she just had this INCREDIBLE voice and just made you want to tear up and get all into it with her.  Anyways...I digress)

It feels like home to me


It feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from

It feels like home to me

It feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

HOME.  What is home?  The house above is where I grew up...we moved in when I was 8 years old and has been "home" to me for the past 20  years.  TWENTY.  I cannot believe it.  As of Monday, she belongs to new owners.  Makes me so, so sad.  My parents are ready to move on and build a new house and I am excited about that...but I am SURE GOING TO MISS THE HELL OUT OF THIS ONE. SO, SO many memories at this place.  I can't even begin to think about it.  Although I am an adult who is married and has had her own "home" for many years now, this house was always still my "home."  You know...that one place where you just really felt HOME.  I know it sounds crazy...but something about me just relaxed when I was there.  Going to Carolina...I was always just a quick 30 minute trip away from home during college and law school, it was so nice to be able to escape sometimes and just chill out at HOME.  It probably had something to do with the amazing views of the water that relaxed me as well, as we all know being on the water is my FAVORITE place on earth and I hope and pray Mikey and I can make our home on the water one day.  It really hasn't sunk in yet that I'll never step foot inside this house again...or that Collins will never really know/remember the house I grew up in.  We had so many incredible times at this house, but my most favorite memories always revolve around the water.  We were WATER people while I lived there.  Slowly, my parents have become less and less interested in the lake, mainly because they spend most of their time in Beaufort now during the summer...but we LIVED and BREATHED the lake for many, many years.  I'm sure going to miss it.

This "home" post is really kind of two fold.  I told Mikey a while back, when we were contemplating putting our house on the market, that although I had lived downtown now for a LONG time (went to college in 2001 and with the exception of a summer in Charleston and a summer at HOME, I lived downtown); downtown just never felt like home to me.  For some reason, once I get off the exit to head towards Chapin, I just breathe easier.  I guess maybe I'm not much of a "city" girl.  Sure, I LOVED living downtown as a college student/after college and it was very nice to be so close to all the restaurants/night life for so long.  But, that stuff doesn't matter to me much anymore.  Now, when I head to our new house (which is in Chapin as well) I get off that same exit and relax.  I'm home.  Although our new house is still mass CHAOS and the HOUSE itself doens't feel like home yet...it's just something about the area.  We may not live on the lake yet but I can see the lake from my street and that is good enough for me right now.  I'm back "home" and I couldn't be happier.

*are you sick of the word home, yet?*

xoxo.