“Quite the house, you have here.”
Work dictated moving to a new area. An invite to meet the neighbours was not high on the priority list. But we went.
Curiosity would bring the neighbours to us. They would see our home. Belonging stored comfortably around each room. Books on tables. The smell of cookies baking. Jackets that didn’t quite make it to the closet.
There are no closed rooms with champagne coloured carpets. Kitchens with everything out of sight. Closets with clothes lined in perfect order.
They live in a house. We live in a home.
Welcoming neighbours. Anytime.
Work dictated moving to a new area. An invite to meet the neighbours was not high on the priority list. But we went.
Curiosity would bring the neighbours to us. They would see our home. Belonging stored comfortably around each room. Books on tables. The smell of cookies baking. Jackets that didn’t quite make it to the closet.
There are no closed rooms with champagne coloured carpets. Kitchens with everything out of sight. Closets with clothes lined in perfect order.
They live in a house. We live in a home.
Welcoming neighbours. Anytime.
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - June 22, 2016 - write a story about home.
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