"What has always been home like in your eyes?”I am the "way" of the long way, the "one" from the beginning to the end.
Many years ago, I heard people say that what a person's home is, what her heart is. I was very interested in the decoration of different families, and although I only visited occasionally, I did always note some unique designs: the first floor was specially raised, and the small suites were added between the floors, which were used as tea rooms for entertaining guestsEliminate stairs and replace them with slides for unique passages;A floor-to-ceiling window opens up and down, and the sunlight and scenery can be seen at a glance...
Unfortunately, I am too nostalgic for the old, and it seems that my favorite is the cottage I live in with my parents, although it is not exquisite enough, but it is also safe enough.
The protagonist of this episode of Radio Story will tell us the story of "her home", about growth, about life...
- Before marriage
One day in May 1994, I was born with a cry. Because I was a girl, I was not popular in the eyes of my parents, and my grandmother threatened to exchange me for a little boy. My grandmother was reluctant to take me and my mother from home to her house overnight, and my grandmother's house became my first home.
Time flies, I'm three years old, it's time to go to school, and the hukou problem hasn't been solved yet. Mom was pregnant with a baby again, and my dad had a job, so it was not a wise choice to give me a mom and dad hukou at that time, and my aunt and uncle saw me and wanted to adopt me, and my mom and dad agreed. So, my parents became my aunts and uncles, and my aunts and uncles became my parents, and I had a second home.
The second family is very financially poor, and my father has a low level of education, is a bricklayer, and it is common for him to be owed wages by his boss. My mother made a decision to go out to work. So when I was in school, my aunt's house became my home, and my grandmother's house was my home during the winter and summer vacations.
I went to middle school and started to live on campus, and my parents were sometimes at home and sometimes not at home, and school became the place where I stayed the longest, spending almost half of my time at my aunt's house and my parents' house during the holidays, and I was a frequent visitor to my grandmother's house during the winter and summer vacations.
I'm in college, I'm graduating, I'm working, I'm getting farther and farther away from my hometown, I'm getting farther and farther away from them, my classmates and colleagues around me will miss home and my parents, and I seem to be so dull compared to them.
Words like "homesickness" and "missing my parents" have a wall with me and don't match.
- I'm married
I met a man who had a stable job income, the key was to have a house of his own, he was emotionally stable, and he treated me very well. So, I gave up and wanted to marry him. Mom and Dad, aunt and uncle disagreed, I didn't care if they agreed or not, I insisted on marrying him, and their attitude was defeated by my insistence, and I had to agree.
So, this time I chose my own family, and I had a small family with my husband.
Marriage is a big gamble, but for now, I bet right, my husband is down-to-earth and steady, patient and gentle, and we have a good relationship. Soon, we had our own little baby, and we became a happy family of three.
My aunt and mother offered to let me go to work, and they helped me watch the children, but I refused. I cherish every moment and every second with my baby, and I want to make up for all the security I am missing. My baby also gave me the greatest feedback, he is healthy, cheerful, and loves to laugh, which brings unprecedented happiness to our small family.
- A pair of small shoes
Time flies quickly, the baby is 3 years old, and he is already a kindergarten child.
My husband and I would take off our shoes directly on the mat at the door when we entered the door, and my son would put his shoes on the shoe rack because he had to sit on a small bench to change his shoes.
One day, I found a pair of son's shoes neatly squeezed between my and my husband's shoes on the floor mat at the door, I looked at that picture, and suddenly wanted to cry, I called my husband over, and my husband smiled when he saw it.
The next day, my son changed his shoes, and I habitually put them on the shoe rack. My husband saw it and said, "Put it on the floor mat for our son", and my son echoed, and I smiled and put his little shoes in the middle of our shoes like yesterday.
I am very happy that my son can have this natural sense of belonging, and I am very happy to meet a husband who is also delicate.
- A real "home".
When he was young, his younger brother would rebel against his parents' words, he would make mistakes, his parents would scold him, and he would complain about him in front of outsiders. When she has a younger sister, she will decorate the house to her liking and fill the windows of the house with birthday gifts from her friends. Looking at me on the other hand, I was very sensible and well-behaved, and my parents did not scold me loudly, and I did not dare to place the items at home at will. When I grew up, I realized that I didn't have a sense of belonging to my family.
Whether it's my parents' house, my aunt's or uncle's house, or my grandmother's house, I don't think it's my own home from my heart.
Seeing these three pairs of shoes lined up on the mat at the door, I felt like I had really found my home.
There are three people in this family, me, my husband and my son, and we love each other very much, and we often hug each other. The two of them made me feel more grounded than ever.
Thank you for the gift of fate for letting me know that my "home" is in**.
My home is in my heart, "Home may be in my heart." Who you live with or what kind of house you live in is not enough to define a true "home", but a place where you can feel a sense of belonging from the bottom of your heart.
In other words, where there is love, there is home. Love can come from others as well as from oneself.
And we have come a long way in life, experienced so many joys and sorrows, put in a lot of hard work, in exchange for perhaps not a great reward, met and separated from many people, chased dazzling honors, endured doubts and blame ......In the end, they may all want to return to a warm and permanent emotional space.
It doesn't matter if there are people waiting for you who are always with you, or if it's just you, the physical home is just a concrete manifestation of the externalization of the spiritual harbor. I know the warmth and coldness, but if there is love, there is a home.
I don't know if you're home now?Sink into the soft quilt, smell the familiar smell of the futon, I hope you can sleep well today, good night...