If These Walls Could Talk

Dear Readers, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Kwanzaa. 

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I was home alone making the best of Christmas day. I am single, and I usually travel to visit my mother or my grandchildren for the holidays. Due to the pandemic I choose to remain at home.  There were moments I felt lonely and angry because I am alone, so I decided not to wallow, I picked myself up and cooked my specialty baked ziti and popped a bottle of red wine. I thought  about how blessed I am to have a home, food, clothing, health, employment and that my family and friends are home safe and happy. While I settled down to enjoy my holiday meal a friend of mine Marc-Henri Jean shared with me how he felt about being home alone.   

In his words….

I love home, home is peace, home is warm, I love home, home is tender and sweet, home is beautiful, home is the quick charge of excitement in your beating heart, I love home I am home. 

I am home, did I mention, did I? Did I mention how atrocious it is to be home? Home alone, home is lonely. Feel the coldness running through your veins after waking and stepping on the frigid marble floors, home is dark. Home is fear, I am home.

I love home, home is being alone, but not lonely. Home is sometimes cold and warm, sometimes a bit too cold, sometimes a bit too warm, but sometimes home is just perfect. Home is sometimes a sweet release from the chaos of the world. Home is dark. Home is light. Home is fear and protection from the outside world. I am home.

I say….

To all the single people who find themselves home alone, don’t despair, be of good cheer, look around and count the blessings,and maybe this time next year we will resume sitting around our holiday table with the people that make a house a home. 

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