A dear friend once told me that our home represents our identity. So allowing or welcoming someone into your home is symbolically the same as you allowing them to see who you really are...
This is my home. Gutted. Ripped open. Deconstructed. Bones bared.
There are a few studs, beams, and walls remaining from before. But most all the floors, doors and windows have been removed for replacement or renewal.
Between us, and now our boys, moving to Puerto Rico we are/have been involved in 5 homes over the last 11 months. 😬(that’s a lot...I’m ready to settle down).
#renewal #rebuild #reconstruction #roots #identity #realitycheck
