Reflections of a Home
Home is my favorite place. Even before I had a home of my own, I would pour over interior design magazines (think late 90s Martha Stewart Living, and later Living Etc. became a favorite) and I would dream of decorating and creating a space that would hold books, art, gatherings, and the people I love. In my imaginings those people were my children, my sisters and their children, and the grandparents …
In my imaginings, the holiday season was the most special. It was always the most joyous for me growing up and it’s the season that holds the most nostalgia for me. In my 20s and 30s, I used to envision my kids opening presents on Christmas morning, or visiting grandma and grandpa’s, or having our extended family over on Christmas eve like my parents used to do years ago (there was always loud conversation, holiday music, dancing to salsa and merengue, eating pernil and arroz con gandules…).
This time of year was a bit of a challenge in my 40s, as I mourned those imaginings that so vividly played in my head. After many years of trying there were no kids. The hubby and I needed a refresh and decided to create a different kind of life so we moved to NC, which means we are far from our immediate families and old friends.
Over time and as I approach the end of my 40s, I see those dreams manifested in other ways. I have a wonderful husband and we have our funny and spoiled pup, Charlie... Although we are all spread out in different states and countries, Lim and I have the great fortune of being able to travel to see our siblings and parents every year. I have a rich creative life, and I’m building a lovely community here in NC. Most importantly, I am at peace now with the things I have no control over and I try to focus on the things I do. Like nurturing a joyful and creative home.
It is still my favorite place. I enjoy spending time making it special this time of year. For me, for my husband, for Charlie, and for anyone who walks through the doors (literally or virtually). I love having you. xxx T