Ahhhhh, home sweet home!

 

Morgan and I got in from our epic trip to Italy and Switzerland (affectionately deemed as #ItzandSwitz) late Sunday night and for me, though I’m sad that the adventure is over, there’s also nothing sweeter than coming home.  My friend Anna calls herself a traveling homebody and I couldn’t agree more with the sentiment.  As much as I love to travel, there’s nothing sweeter than coming home to my pup, our favorite spot on the couch, and the coziest blanket (even in the summer time).

When I sink in to that spot, it’s not about the stuff or the house or the couch – it’s the fact that it means that we’re home.  Not in the sense that we’re just back in our house and into the familiar, but it means that we’re back with our people too.

Because to us, our home isn’t just a space, it’s a space to serve the people we love.

 

Admittedly, it’s easy for me to lose perspective of that along the way of our journey to restore our 1900 farmhouse.  Morgan can personally attest to that fact from our most recent renovation project.  I think that’s a pretty common thing in life though, don’t you think? It’s easy to forget the reason and the purpose for what we’re doing.  It’s like we miss the whole point.

I think the only way to reframe that narrative and perspective in our minds is to prioritize gratitude.  So, I’m spending today grateful for The Swann House, the fact that I get to hug on Mack the Mastador, and that we got a week to escape and explore one of the prettiest parts of the world.

Happy Tuesday, friends!