"Home is the nicest word there is." - Laura Ingalls Wilder
I was born and raised in middle Ohio. I moved away 5 years ago. Growing up I couldn't wait to move, I wanted so much to just get away and explore someplace new. But now as a marriage adult with a growing family of her own, I must admit that I still get homesick. I grew up out in the country. Next door to both a lovely Amish and Mennonite community. The whole farming community and small town feel is just hard to find nowadays. It saddens me that my parents have to FaceTime their grandchildren, because we accepted a job opportunity so far away. In order to brighten my day I enjoy looking at old pictures I use to take on my family's land. The photo above is an old rundown corn crib. You may see it as it is, an old rundown corn crib. But I see it as home. I see it as childhood memories. And I see it as beautifully broken.