Signs of Home

As they walked to the car, Joan looked back at her little house.

How warm the house looked with its Personalized Doormat. Her mother had sent it to her in a care package. It was made out of cedar slats so that it could breath and dry, and also prevented dirt from entering into the house on unsuspecting shoes. On it was her family name. It was plain enough but looked fairly classy between two pots of red geraniums that also acted as home address signs. Both pots were stoneware, featuring a colonial pineapple design. It was a design that said, "Welcome." One was etched with the house number, the other again had her family name.

These objects of identity helped her to define this place as home. They made her feel that she indeed lived in this house and she belonged there.

And then there was the little sun man and angels, one of several Personalized Hand Cast Cement Address Plaques that she had fallen in love with from Roland's Housewarming Gifts. It too had been in that care package. Yes, the sun had been hand casted in cement along with the house number. It was a reminder that sunny skies were always ahead and it gave her a sense that maybe, just maybe everything would turn out just fine.