Finding Home

Finding Home….

How did I come up with that…
This is the question that keeps getting asked
whenever I tell people about the blog
(which isn’t a lot)

But it’s a question
even I have had to ponder a bit these days
as well…

Finding home.

What does it mean?

What does it look like?

How do you do it?

Why even bother looking for home?

These are questions I’ve asked myself…

Here are my answers…

Finding home.

What does it mean?
It means finding somewhere that makes you feel–remember that word… Feel… familiar,
loving, sweet, special, happy, good, trustworthy, amazing, and phenomenal. It’s a place of peace.
It’s a place where you know you’ve touched on something great when you’re there, and you can be
your truest of true self no matter what. That’s when you know you’re home.

What does it look like?
See above.

How do you do it?
By opening yourself up to experiences and living life,
exploring, traveling, doing, being, going, listening, dancing, singing, writing, acting,
cooking, sewing, crafting, sharing, living, loving, and did I mention doing.
You do whatever sets your heart on fire, sharing life with others, getting out and up and living…
Whatever that may look like for you.
It may be easier said than done, but that is makes the savoring the journey even more delicious.

Why even bother looking?
Because I’ve never really had a home…
I grew up poor.
I was raised by my grandmother and grandpa until around 3st grade,
they taught me a lot. They taught me how to value the bounty of treasure the earth gives
to feed us, and for that I’ll be forever grateful. It made me want to become a chef.  I moved around a lot because my mother was an addict and we never really could stay in one place too long, so…

I grew up without a home…

I’d like to grow into one.

Wherever that is.
Whatever that is.

This Foodie is finding home.

Anyway, I write this post to say,

I decorated…

to share a bit of who I am,
and my story here with you.

All of it, authentic, truth, always.
Right here.

Until Next Taste,

Published by Foodie Finds Home

Military Spouse, Mom x4, Foodie, Semi-crunchy, Travel Aficionado, and Fitness Enthusiast sharing our life and kitchen while learning to make home our favorite place to be.

37 thoughts on “Finding Home

  1. This is a post that’s near and dear to me. I grew up in my house with my family for 18 years, but I didn’t really find my home until I moved to Chicago. The people I live with up here are my real family.

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  2. Home is definitely subjective and so many people don’t realise that a home is much more than an actual house, it takes a lot to make a house a home, I love your decorations and great post! 🙂

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    1. That’s really good for you. That you see every place that way and can bloom where you are planted. It takes a special soul that can do that and I seek those women out for friendships and I honor them. I value their wisdom on the topic. I try to learn from them. what I am learning though is that is that home is not wherever you plant your feet for every milso. It is a place to grow yes, learn more about yourself sure, but home? Not every place, no. Each place is holds a special place in in my heart for sure. Some special memories especially as I get older, and I can appreciate learning from those that can make every place feel like home.


  3. Our definition of home varies. To me, home is where my kids are, a place where we’re safe and where we’re comfortable. I love the way that you decorated yours, it’s absolutely lovely.


  4. Such a lovely, and cozy home. Home is wherever I feel comfortable and safe. It takes me a while to feel that way….. I am just now feeling like my house is home and we moved in here August 2015!


  5. You did a beautiful job decorating. A home is a place where family is and we decorate it to our liking to show our personality


  6. I love this post and I think you did a great job decorating. This is my biggest challenge having kids, I am not sure where we want to lay roots down at. Home is a beautiful thing.


  7. As the old cliche goes, “Home is where the heart is.” My family used to have what we call an “ancestral home” but was sold when my grandmother died. My mom’s home is “home” for all of us now. It is a place where we partake in good food, warmth and love of siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and all those cute little nephews, nieces and grandchildren. No matter where we are, where we live now, coming “home” for the holidays is always the most anticipated time of the year.


  8. You have such a lovely home. It looks so comfy and cosy, and I love that. Home to me is somewhere you feel at peace and settled.


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