A home is made of hopes and dreams.
So, unfortunately for some, I'm still around.
I haven't been online too much lately because, well, life is busy.
We just moved to a new town. A new place that I like. Who cares if I'm out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of crazies? I feel right at home. I look at the photos of all of your homes on your blogs and I'm ate up with jealousy, because I'm not sure if I will ever be able to afford a nice modern home like that. Your stainless steel appliances? Yeah, those get to me sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that you are successful enough to own such things, or that you just so happened to marry the right man, or maybe inherited tons of loot from family. That still doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt a little to see the photos of your perfectly decorated mansion. You go girls! Really! I just hope that one day I can have the same. For now though, I can't, and I'm okay with that.
I remember something that an ex lover of mine said to me while we were together. He often told me stories about his childhood and his mother. She was never the best mother, and she had many faults. They never had a big nice home to live in, and sometimes they didn't have dinner to put on the table (unless he and his brother rogued the neighbor's vegetable garden), but he remembers a happy childhood. He said they moved a lot, but no matter where they ended up his mama always made their "place" feel like home. He always had a clean and decent living place to live. She made sure of that, and that is something that he carried with him to adulthood.
I've thought a lot about that lately. I did move to a place that was a huge step up from the ratty apartment we were crammed into, but it's nothing special. I'm sure a lot of my fellow bloggers wouldn't live here, but it's okay for now. Mothers have a knack for making the best out of a bad situation, especially when it comes to their kids, and I have turned our little space into a comfortable place that feels like home. That is all that matters to me. My children are happy here. We are comfortable. This is our home. I want my children to have the same memories of me that the ex had of his mother (well some of them). I want them to know that no matter where we end up that I will always make sure they have a comfortable home where they are happy.
There is a piece on my wall that says, "A house is made of walls and beams. A home is made of hopes and dreams."
That, my friends, is completely the truth in my case.
P.S. I will be blogging here quite frequently from here on out. I've missed this space immensely. This space that belongs to only me.
Also, as I notice my twitter widget up right, I am hoping that I have a couple more that 0 followers. Last time I checked I did. WTF Twitter?
((Update : Yeah, I totally forgot I changed my twitter username. Whoops. You can now follow me on twitter as @theboysmama, which ties in rather well with the new blog I'm "working on".))
