Our Homes

Home. I have words floating around in my head. They've been wandering through my brain all day...About how people say home isn't a place, but yet we still refer to it as one...And how houses are so temporary, getting caught up in the history of our family, then later slipping into the hands of someone else as we move onto a new one. The walls hold stories that aren't ours, and we have to let them warm up to us. Within a few months they'll start to let us in, to wrap us up in cozy warmth, tangle themselves into our memories, and start stashing away the sounds of our voices in the cracks behind the picture frames.