“Isn’t it perfect how the memories feel the same” ~Josh Kelley
Hello friends! So much has been going on lately! It’s been great to have my friends help me out with the graduation series this month to give me time to pack, finish up at work (tomorrow is my last day, agh) and try to get my life in order to go back to Hotlanta for the summer before law school. But I’ve missed you all!
Being faced with leaving my home here in Nashville, I’ve thought a lot about the idea of home and what makes something a home. Sure, it’s the location, but it’s so much more than that.
This past weekend I went up to northern Michigan, through Traverse and up M22 to the lake house for my lovely cousin Katie’s wedding. I’ve been going there for the summer with my family since I was little and it has always been my favorite place on earth. It’s waking up to lake, the air, the beach, and the small town where the place to do business is the bakery over a hot cup of Leelanau Coffee yes, but this house holds so much more. It’s family dinners around a huge cherry table, cousins running rampant, and the well-loved bench that sits overlooking the lake. It’s the laughter that fills the vaulted ceilings, my grandfather’s books that fill the bookcases and my grandmother’s easel with her latest painting on it. It’s the love and the memories that make this home.
A couple of years when my grandparents died, the house had to be put on the market which absolutely broke my heart. There are five brothers and with all of them living far away, the upkeep and cost of the house would get too burdensome. I understood but secretly hoped it wouldn’t sell. One economic downturn and housing market fail later, we still have the house.
It’s been good and bad. Of course, I love being up there but grandparents weren’t there, the books were left untouched on the shelves and the paintings left unfinished. It’s been a lot of work for the families. Kids went to college, people went up at different times and things just changed. I just had a different feel.
I’m not going to lie, I was excited to go to Michigan this past weekend because I ached to be at the lake but I was a little nervous about being up there with all these people I didn’t know. What would it be like? Well…let’s just say that this weekend reminded me why I loved this place in the first place.
Katie’s wedding was absolutely gorgeous and I had the honor and pleasure of standing next to her as she starts this new adventure with Justin. That’s what family is. Her parents were up as well as my Uncle and his wife who married Katie, my cousins and my great uncle and great aunt. There were big dinners around the cherry table, laughter filling the room and late night talks that lasted till 2-3 in the morning.
The wedding party were awesome. Stephanie and Jeff, you are hilarious and I had a blast getting to know you. Road trip soon? And Lady Logan, thank god you were there giving me direction 🙂
It was making new friends and connecting with family I haven’t seen in so long. I loved staying up late and laughing with my aunt. I’ve missed these people! And apparently my boy cousins are all giants and somehow I am STILL the shortest in the family even though I’m the oldest. It was so great to see them and hang out with them. I got to meet Ellie, Katie’s cousin on the other side who rocks and who does crazy long distance running. We’re going to have to get her to write a post. Ellie, I think you are fantastic!
I am so excited about the lake this year after that trip. I’ll be able to be up for two weeks this year with my family, uncles, aunts and cousins I haven’t seen in years will be up to play king of the bongo and the Boy will be up with his family! I can’t wait to show them my home. Justin, Katie’s new husband said something up at the lake at the wedding that has stuck with me…my family are my friends and my friends are my family. I couldn’t agree more Justin and to me, that’s what makes a home.
So as I get ready to leave Nashville soon I am comforted by the fact that home is the people. Home can be in different places. Home is where the heart is is taking on a whole new meaning.
What makes a place home for you? Where is your home? Is it different than where you physically live?