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[this week's POTD challenge] ...

Home is more a sense than a mere location. It almost always stirs an emotion – be it happy, sad, longing, … We often remark that it isn’t the structure of our house that we define as home, as much as the people that reside in it. This is true, to some extent, for me. My home would not be the mixed bag of emotions (happy, sad, comfort, escape…) that it is without all the parts that make it up – my husband, who tolerates, torments, supports and unconditionally loves me; my children, who define some of my greatest dreams and fulfillments; my pets, who at times annoy me beyond belief, but totally complete the equation. My home is also a place where I am surrounded by objects from my parents and grandparents. I have lost all of my grandparents and my mom and dad, – but I am richly endowed with memories of them by the items they left me. I cherish my kitchen window which houses my glass collection and the rooster sun-catcher given to me by my daughter; my grandmother’s flour jar (that now holds potpourri), my great-grand-mother’s mixing bowls; and my mother’s beautiful china. So while a house is just a house, and a family makes it a home – I savor the rich memories scattered throughout my house as well as the ones created by my husband and children (including that crazy cat mirror hanging on that horribly papered wall upstairs).