Home. It's not just a word, a place of origin, or a destination. It's
more than where the heart is. It's where the soul is. You may not even know where it is until you find it, but when you find it, you feel whole.
My family and I found our home in an area of Oakland County that we did not originally plan to move to. We did not know the area well, but when we found it, we fell in love with the natural beauty of the area's many lakes.
When we first bought our home in the fall, we were surrounded by a stunning canopy of red, orange, and yellow leaves hovering above the area's lakes' blue waters.
|Fall in Michigan|
|Every day is a postcard when you live near lakes|
By the time we moved into our house, fall was quickly becoming winter, but we were treated to beautiful mornings of pink skies, ever changing ice formations along the lakes, or light dustings of snow on the ground.
|Ice forming around the edge of a lake under a pink and blue sky|
|A rowboat longing for spring|