where the heart is…
In case you don’t follow me on Twitter (which I don’t know why you wouldn’t!) I am here to inform you all that I am on holiday. Well sorta a working and getting things done holiday, but a holiday nonetheless.
Right now, I’m home-home, with my parents for a week or so. Just relaxin’, chilln’, and doing lots of swimming with my puppies!
It’s peaceful here. It’s quiet, well except for those frogs outside my window that actually kind of make me miss honking cars and sirens at night. It’s the Northern woods of Canada, and it’s my home.
There aren’t many luxuries in my hometown. Nowhere really to shop, or go hang out, or anything really fun to do. No real cultural anything.
SIDEBAR: Today is Canada Day so that’s pretty cultural.
I like it here because it’s familiar, nothing changes and I know everything. It’s special to my heart.
Much like a good relationship, a good home can’t be beat. As I went to get ready for bed last night after a late night swim I got thinking about all the things I kind of dislike or “live” with when at home. My own bathroom I’ve always loved. It’s big and has lots of light, and yet the water pressure just doesn’t cut it in the shower. I have a huge sink area with long big sink top with a makeup area with a chair and everything, it’s almost perfect, but then I forget that the sink is very shallow and if you turn the tap on to far it splashes water all over everything! My bed is big and huge and tall and comfy good, but it’s kind of lonely being in a big nice bed like that all alone, and then they’re those frogs outside my window.
All that is good about home has little faults that we tend to forget or over look till they are right in front of us. A relationship is like a good home. It’s warm, inviting, it shelters you and can be used for entraining. It holds memories and creates new ones. It’s a rock that we count on….only good thing is that the person you’re in a relationship with can talk to you, and a home doesn’t really do that, unless you count “house sounds”.
And then there are those little extras, or more like the hidden “gems” of a relationship. Just like my shallow sink that splashes unless you turn it just right, everyone has those little things about them they bring to a relationship. These added gems get overlooked, pushed to the side and sometimes ignored because the whole package or “the home” is just so wonderful. Maybe it’s the way someone laughs, or chews their food, or holds your hand in a funny way. Maybe it’s the sounds they make in their sleep, or sounds they don’t make during “sleep”.
Just as we get used to a new house which eventually becomes our home, do the little things start to disappear as the larger picture unfolds in a relationship and if so then why do people always say it’s all about the little things in a relationship?
First: Great analogy!I love how you weaved the two things together.
Second: The little things are often just reflections of the larger issues, which is why they seem to matter. Leaving the cap off the toothpaste, for example, is often taken as a sign of disrespect or not “listening”.
Also, some of these little things are things we don’t like, but can put up with as long as the relationship is viable. As it deteriorates, these little things become far more relevant.
No one ever forgets the little things. House or hombre alike. Him making me laugh until my stomach aches and the fact that they installed the shower knob backwards so that the line that points to “red” signifying hot is actually the cold water will never be lost on those who have discovered what is really important in life. Especially when I forget to tell guests and they scream once they find about that damned misleading shower knob. ;-)
Enjoy home! It’s where the heart is. Miss ya plummy!
Loved this post. Perhaps that is partially why it’s so tempting for me to go back to the ex, it’s familiar, I have the fond memories, being with him feels like home. I know his quirks, how much of a perfectionist he is over “little” things, am amused when he does his goofy dancing just for me.
But then you also remember the little annoyances in a home, like the low water pressure, the way the shower water is scalding one second, freezing the next. As for the ex, he is engaging and involved one moment, and distant and in his own world the next. Sometimes when it comes to relationships, you shouldn’t go home again. It’s nice when you can come home to family though. :)