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…
and
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,
Lori
