Secret Subject Swap: August 5th, 2016
Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 13 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out.
See you there:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.BakingInATornado.com
The Bergham Chronicles http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy http://dinoheromommy.com/
The Diary of an Alzheimer’s Caregiver http://www.thediaryofanalzheimerscaregiver.com/blog.html
Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Confessions of a part time working mom http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/
The Lieber Family Blog http://thelieberfamily.com
Never Ever Give Up Hope http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
When I Grow Up http://kimberlyyavorski.com/whenigrowup/
Evil Joy Speaks http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com
***My “Secret Subject” is:***
Describe a favorite place you had as a child. What made it so special?
It was submitted by:http://kimberlyyavorski.com/whenigrowup/
After a few shitty weeks, thinking of my favorite place as a child left me more emotional than the first time my eyes had read the prompt.
Reading the prompt again, made me long for simpler days when my biggest concerns were passing a test or cleaning my room. These days seem to drag by and are heavy hearted due to….allthethings.
There was never just one.
Hanging with my mom on a Saturday night watching Tales from the Crypt eating our trio of olives, cheese and pickles with my cousin was amazing.
Walking into the massive church where I served as an altar girl, prayed the rosary, and spent many days there debating what I wanted to be when I grew up always left me with peace and familiarity.
Spending summer days floating around in my cousin's pool letting the sun kiss my skin while we made memories talking about boys, school and our funny family made me feel home.
That’s what it all boiled down to in the end.
Feeling at home.
Not feeling confused, overwhelmed, lacking, like these recent days tend to be…but feeling wanted. Feeling loved, feeling at home while eating cheese and watching scary stories, talking and laughing with family, feeling content lighting candles, just being allowed to be myself and being welcome.
My favorite place was feeling loved and at home.
Currently, that is my goal. To feel at home not only in places I visit, volunteer, work or frequent but in my own skin. Until then, I will continue this awkward dance of pretending I am a functioning adult and muddle through this life until I find that happiness that calls me home to myself.
What about you? What was your favorite place as a child….and what is your favorite place now?