Somewhere along the way in a training, conversation or a book, I heard of this concept for families that often move should have something to signify that they are “home”.
When that picture goes up or that candle is lit, etc, etc. The familiar object can bring deep comfort and belonging.
Too bad the piece the piece that has come the closest is an old window frame that weighs at least 35 pounds.
We inherited it from our dear Addis neighbors and the Littles and I try to keep it decorated for holidays, American and Ethiopian alike.
This square on our dining room wall keeps us looking for reasons to celebrate (and do crafts).
It’s too cumbersome to become our “home” item, but until we move again (no plans in the near future, remember, I despise moving, so the last time I am ever moving was into our Blueberry house) we will decorate it and celebrate any moment worth remembering. :)