Home

What is home? Is it the house? Is it the fact that all the items in the house are yours? Is it the fact that the ones you love are in the house? Is it the fact that you can get the mail?
I have been wrestling with this word for two weeks now. I have looked at about 25 houses here in Hattiesburg, but not one of them has screamed to me "Your home". This has happened in the other six homes that we have owned. I know it sounds weird, but each and every house we have purchased has welcomed me home the moment I have entered.
I am frustrated that this is not happening. Am I looking for the wrong thing? Are my standards out of whack cause we have been spoiled. I have a beautiful home in Arizona that I really do not want to sell. Is this the problem? I do not need as much room as we have in the last few moves, cause Robyn may or may not move with us.
So we looked at apartments yesterday. We need an address, will this make everything seem more normal, I do not know but getting mail is important to the process of setting down roots, so we went looking around at temporary living. I hate apartments. I love the hotel more than these small cubicals where not one person seems to care that there are 500 others in the building. They are rude, and seem to treat one as if they have no other choice than to pay 1200 a month for a small cubical. One even said it was furnished, but that did not include pans, towels, sheets. Furnished for who then?
I have one chance to move my household goods, therefore in the meantime, I need furnished like in pans, linens etc. So how to make some sort of move, into a stable place where the roots can begin and I can bake a cake if needed is necessary. I am going to plsy scarlett o,hara today and go to the beach and think about all of this tomorrow. Stay tuned to the home finding saga.