tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098338657770100534.post2881751089376407421..comments2023-12-18T17:00:53.934-07:00Comments on Kicking Corners: 300 Words or Less: Home is a Guild HallDeb Stevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16419809243480266275noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098338657770100534.post-4094128464878073782012-04-13T13:57:41.675-06:002012-04-13T13:57:41.675-06:00Thanks for your thoughts. I visited your blog and ...Thanks for your thoughts. I visited your blog and oh, lovely. Fun to look around.Deb Stevenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419809243480266275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098338657770100534.post-50065306793715834322012-04-13T13:55:48.379-06:002012-04-13T13:55:48.379-06:00In Celsius or Fahrenheit? Just kidding, don't ...In Celsius or Fahrenheit? Just kidding, don't answer that because I don't know how to convert either one ;)Thanks for stopping by and your happy thoughts.Deb Stevenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419809243480266275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098338657770100534.post-26687488645661089542012-04-13T11:08:13.758-06:002012-04-13T11:08:13.758-06:00Nice approach for 'home'Nice approach for 'home'Claudia Moserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15749097943320550338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098338657770100534.post-91219466581665202772012-04-13T08:02:52.466-06:002012-04-13T08:02:52.466-06:00How cool was this?!?!How cool was this?!?!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098338657770100534.post-65674272808861627382012-04-12T16:17:56.042-06:002012-04-12T16:17:56.042-06:00Oh Sleepy Joe, this is perfect. I know exactly wha...Oh Sleepy Joe, this is perfect. I know exactly what you mean, and I love it. Thanks for the good feedback on the poem too :) Happy holiday-ing to you!Deb Stevenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419809243480266275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098338657770100534.post-33884604245865591002012-04-12T16:12:53.710-06:002012-04-12T16:12:53.710-06:00Strangely home for me is when I'm on holiday, ...Strangely home for me is when I'm on holiday, away from the bricks and mortar I call home. Every year we travel for 6 hours down the country and as soon as we hit the motorway I instantly relax and have that feeling that I am going home. <br /><br />It helps that it is by the sea and that this place if full of beautiful memories from my childhood, to my first holiday alone with my then boyfriend and continuing though both of our two children. We always stay at the same place and I always cry when we leave. The question is would it feel this way if we lived here permenantly?!<br /><br />PS love the visualisation in you poem, I especially love the last line!Sleepy Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16221803835813688522noreply@blogger.com