by Belinda Munoz on November 19, 2010



It’s not the color of the
walls or the floors or the
halls or the countertop.  It’s not
the furniture or the lighting fixtures
or the fabric textures or the
tabletop.  It’s the peaceful knowing that
I get, letting me forget those
regrets, staying out of debt, feeling
all set.  Are we there, yet?


What gives you the feeling of home?


Image by pillowhead designs

This is for #SixWordFridays with Making Things Up and #FridayFlash55 with the inimitable Mr. Knowitall.


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1 [email protected] from a Peaceful Divorce November 19, 2010 at 4:36 am

“Are we there yet?” I understand that sentiment. Sometimes I wonder where home really is for me. But then I realize that it is a feeling that I can get no matter where I am. I just have to cultivate it and remember it.


2 Christine LaRocque November 19, 2010 at 4:44 am

Coming home and knowing that nothing else matters when I’m there.


3 Tessa November 19, 2010 at 5:22 am

I’m not there yet….at least the staying out of debt piece. My home is not fancy (in the land of fancy homes here near Aspen) but it is my home and we are very much comfortable and blessed.


4 Meg November 19, 2010 at 5:39 am

It’s the one place I can be my goofy, eccentric self :)


5 Aging Mommy November 19, 2010 at 5:48 am

For me the sense of home comes I really think with memories. This is the longest time I have lived in one place, in one home, in the 29 years since I left for University. After five years in this house it feels like home. Everywhere I look and go I remember times past, when my daughter was a baby and I took the stroller to the park where now she runs about like a crazy thing. The chair where I used to nurse her that she now sits on to read her books. Things like that.


6 ayala November 19, 2010 at 6:07 am

I love how clever your writing is. Well done,Belinda!


7 Brook November 19, 2010 at 7:02 am

I really enjoy your poetry. Very muchly.


8 Justine November 19, 2010 at 8:07 am

Great piece – as usual. I am such a homebody; I’ve been here, working from home, all week and have only left the house once each day to pick my daughter up from pre-school. Yet I don’t feel antsy or have the need to be someplace else. I’m exactly where I should be: next to my recovering pooch and among the comfort of all the things I love and cherish. Indeed, there is no place like home.


9 G-Man November 19, 2010 at 8:30 am

Walking into a place, and seeing whats in the fridge!
Loved your 55 Belinda.
What a welcome and talented addition to the Friday Crew.
Thank You for playing, and have a Kick Ass week-End


10 colleen November 19, 2010 at 8:32 am

very nice.
staying out of debt…how I’d love to have that feeling. That would definitely feel as comfy as home!


11 Alice Audrey November 19, 2010 at 10:34 am

You’ve inspired me. I’m going to do something along these lines next week.


12 Eric Alder November 19, 2010 at 10:44 am

Like the old adage says, “Home is where the heart is.” It’s the place you feel ‘at home’ and the place you look forward to getting back to when you’re away. (You know – the opposite of work) Nice 55!


13 The Exception November 19, 2010 at 10:44 am

Great work Belinda –
I am like a turtle – carrying my home with me wherever I go… It is all about love I think!
Happy Friday


14 brian November 19, 2010 at 12:47 pm

smiles….yeah…thats where i want to be…great 55.


15 Melissa November 19, 2010 at 2:07 pm

peacefully home. what we all want!


16 Liz November 19, 2010 at 5:43 pm

Love the sentiment that it’s not the countertops or the color of your walls……..just today was telling someone how much I loved my house but how it was never “finished” just right when we moved in….yet, I love being home.


17 Jingle November 19, 2010 at 7:38 pm

love this 55.
creative and joyful.


18 Kavita November 20, 2010 at 12:19 am

Oh.. I so agree!! There really is NOTHING quite like home! Wrapped in my sheets, lying on the bed, typing away to glory… aahhh .. where else can I do that?!?!?!
LOVE your 55!!
Have a lovely weekend! xoxox


19 Mel Gallant November 20, 2010 at 11:18 am

ooh pretty pillows!

during my drive home from work, the anticipation of seeing family is what gives me the feeling of home.


20 Rudri November 21, 2010 at 2:24 pm

Love the pic Belinda. You describe the home sentiment with such precision and sentiment (all at the same time)! Always a joy to visit your poetry.


21 Jannie Funster November 23, 2010 at 3:12 pm

Home is my favorite place!

Happy travels and Thanksgiving.



22 rob white November 24, 2010 at 5:52 am

Well done, Belinda. I was recently cleaning out a room in my house and was awakened to the realization that all this “stuff” we hold onto ultimately does not mean a thing.


23 Davina Haisell November 28, 2010 at 11:17 am

Hi Belinda.
What gives me the feeling of home are cozy pillows like you’ve pictured here. I like a rustic living environment and could easily live in a small, modest log cabin.


24 L.L. Barkat November 30, 2010 at 6:23 pm

Tea. Especially black with cream. :)


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