revolving door

I think each house takes on its own identity over the years.  In fact, sometimes even its own scent.  If I were to blindly walk back into The Sedita’s home today, a place where I spent a good portion of my childhood, I would know it instantly by its scent.

I believe our home is known for its ‘revolving door’.   The walls of our home always contain someone…it isn’t a lonely or quiet home.  Our doorbell sounds often and our guest room gets a significant amount of use (I promise I launder the linens after each visitor).

Our revolving door was in constant motion this holiday season.  Lots of family.  Lots of friends.  Lots of food.  Lots of cleanup.  Lots of noise.  However, we enjoyed every visit.

On another note…what is it about Christmas decorations that make them so exciting to dig out and place around the house but so equally exciting to remove and store until next year? I will admit…I get a bit of anxiety with the ‘extra decor’ around the house.  I am not particularly fond of clutter.  So, the last of the decorations were stored and all four inflatables deflated yesterday.  The only trace the holidays have come and gone is the additional plastic we have acquired (aka toys) and the memories of our loved visitors.

Yet the revolving door still spins…Suzy visits Friday!


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