Is there a room in your life–now or in your past–where everything seems to happen?
This is the room that was like that for me when I was young. It was my grandparents’ kitchen.
We would sit around the table and discuss the world’s problems, offering what we knew would be the perfect solutions. After that, we’d play cards or board games. And of course, we would eat, talk, and visit with friends. It was the epicenter of my grandparents’ world…and mine.
My grandparents are long gone, I have grown up, and the room needs great repair, but it still feels like comfort and love to me.