Home Sweet Home

In my mind I am a world traveler....unafraid to jump on a plane and take off to a fascinating destination at a moments notice. In reality, I am a homebody. And, yes, a week ago I proclaimed I {heart} L.A., and I do...but I love HOME!

As I was driving, I was thinking about my home. My home is the rolling golden hills of California and the crashing waves along the coast (my favorite part of the drive is between Ventura and Carpinteria where you drive right alongside the Pacific Ocean). It is the busy streets and glamour of Los Angeles. Most importantly home is the foggy little peninsula and the house with the purple door.

My home isn't perfect (I gave up on that in favor of my sanity...and apparently blogging)...it needs a new master bathroom (Can you just imagine saloon doors? OK, they are gone now, but they were there!), the kitchen tile is atrocious, the grass is a little brown, and there is plenty of dog hair to go around.

Yet, when I drive up to the house, I hear the "sniff, sniff" at the door waiting for me, my favorite picture hanging on the wall, the smell of my favorite candle, and again all is well with the world....my world. The one where my kids make messes and laughter, where I stay up too late, and where, when the sun sets on the deck, it is pretty darn near perfect...especially if chocolate chip cookies have just finished baking in the oven!

What welcomes you home?


Just for fun...
This is what I see when I get off the big highway and on the little highway that takes me to the peninsula...just look and see if you see what others see...

P.S. Sideshow Doug took this photo...he and his lovely wife Melissa were the ones who first noticed it.