This post was inspired by Under Magnolia by Frances Mayes, a memoir of her return to her roots in the South. Join From Left to Write on April 30th as we discuss Under Magnolia. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.
If I am being honest, I am having a hard time getting through this book, and I haven’t finished it yet. I haven’t read anything else she has written, but I love reading memoirs so I had high hopes.
I think one of the themes that I kept circling back to when I was thinking about what I was going to write about was the idea of “Home”.
I’ve only lived in a few places, but for many years, I never felt like I was “home”. Life was chaotic to say the least, then of course came college. I don’t know that anyone feels at home when they are in college. Moving from dorms, to a sorority house, to apartments, I never really felt settled in one place.
After graduation, Nick was in a lease, and I ended up squeezing in his apartment for one extremely cramped and again chaotic month. Finally, Nick and I had our own place, but it wasn’t really ours, we were renters. Finally, we bought our condo. Along came B1, and we very quickly outgrew that space, and now we have been in our house for almost 3 years. Which is perfect for us and will be perfect when B2 comes along.
I’ve started to realize though, it’s not the physical home that makes it a home. It’s the people. That apartment that I crammed in with Nick and his 3 roommates? Not the ideal living space, but it has made for some of the most hilarious memories with some great friends.
Getting ready in that sorority house with my best girlfriends, having talks about life long into the night with those girls have made for lifelong friends.
That roommate in a college dorm, is someone I will always treasure, and will also be a lifelong friend.
My husband and children, who have made me incredibly happy and proud, the best things to ever happen to me.
It’s not the building that makes the home, it’s the people in it.