“A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.” – Benjamin Franklin
While at cousin Tess’s 21st birthday festivities this weekend, the subject of home came up a few times. Of course, small town Iowa and Minnesota were mentioned in the mix, but mostly as a launching ground more than a home. Past, present, and future home cities Chicago, Davenport, Denver, Houston, Minneapolis, Seattle, and New York City were all mentioned. (Now, I know Davenport isn’t even close to the size of the rest of those cities!)
When visiting another city or home, one can’t help but to compare it to his or her own home. We realize we often take our own homes for granted, whether they offer solitude, city life, mountains, or great scenery. Cost of living is another factor that inevitably makes its way into the discussion.
Last night, I realized that I am pretty comfy in my new Davenport home as I looked out the window at the Mississippi River and small city lights. Each place I have lived has offered a different element of home for me. Fredericksburg was the childhood home of familiarity. Indianola was my college home. Des Moines was my first adult home. Houston was the out-of-my-comfort-zone and warm-weathered home. And Durant was the transitional home to help me determine my next step.
Not sure what the official role of my Davenport home will be. I just know it was a welcome site on Sunday evening.