Thoughts on a home

One of the more interesting observations by my sister as I was visiting family members over spring break I decided to make a note of it. Sometime in the afternoon or early evening, I eventually just crashed on the couch and fell asleep. Her four kids were down in the basement playing, until the call of brownies brought them up in all their chaos and glory. What did I do with this new and loud obtrusion in my solitude? I slept right through it. Now let's rewind one day when I was with another brother and his three kids. Same situation plays out. Again, I sleep straight through it all. Both of those naps were great naps. The chaos and noise level of kids doesn't bother me at all, in fact, I would almost make the supposition that it helps me relax and sleep (at least during the day.)

Having grown up with nine siblings, this is something I'm certainly used to dealing with. Things will be chaotic and noisy, and I'm sure there were many times when siblings and myself would hide out in our rooms just for a break from it all. But that is what a home is to me. I think that's what makes it such a comfortable environment for me to relax in. It is a home of love and learning and safety. A refuge from work, school, and anything else that is going on. I'm sure it takes effort to produce this type of environment, an effort that I would say is worth it. It's certainly not an environment I currently live in. An efficiency apartment by myself (and 12 or so instruments) doesn't really give me an environment that feels satisfying. Yes, I have most of the things I could want in there as far as matieralistic things go in there (obviously I don't want a lot, for those who have seen my place) but that is very miniscule compared to who I could share it with. Large families have always had there appeal to me. You can share stuff with way more than one person. You have more support from home with the more family members there are.

Anyway, just some musings I've had on families recently.