As my mind goes crazy in yet another in-between living situation I find myself thinking, and my thoughts trail off to cover up the clutter.
Out of all the places to live, what makes us feel like we’re home? Is it the family we grew up with? Maybe cleanliness, and the way we Feng Shui our space? The building itself, exuding some kind of welcoming vibe?
I think we all assume it’s a combination of those things because we don’t want to settle for any less than that in our ultimate ideal environment…but then why at times does it still feel as though something is left out?
Maybe it’s not something, but someone, who was missing.
Eventually, you will get to a point in your life where you know exactly what makes you content. You’ll figure yourself out…know what makes you fulfilled, what makes you tick. Imagine the perfect living environment in your head and fantasize in its splendor…and then all of a sudden it will change.
What good is the dream of a quaint, peaceful farmhouse surrounded by trees and land, if you’re going to live that dream alone? Some of us live for designing our future, but if you have someone special in your life then you know something just wouldn’t be quite right without them…
…and all these “temporary living arrangements” that we find ourselves in at the younger stages of our lives could turn out to be some of the worst. Yet when you have someone you really care about, everything is simply different when they’re around.
You could have lived in twelve different bedrooms growing up and five different college dorm buildings, and still none of them would make you feel like you’re home the way your "someone special" can.
Maybe home is the way your boyfriend squeezes you tightly for a hug, and then quickly adds in those few little forehead kisses…bringing a new level of comfort that can’t be felt elsewhere.
It could be the way your loved one looks deep into your eyes, showing you they’re loyal and permanent…in the for the long haul, the way a home should be.
You could be in the house you grew up in with family you love, and it still might not feel like a home until you see your significant other there, in the moment, spending quality time with them.
Why we feel these things…I guess it’s just human nature. When you truly find someone you care about, there’s balance. There’s nothing selfish, and not always purely for the other person. It’s about wanting things together, and not letting the other sacrifice their own wants and needs. With this person you find excitement and adventure, wrapped in desire and bundled with comfort.
It’s with this person that excitement, adventure, desire, and comfort are no longer something simply found or created in a house.
Home is a feeling not created somewhere, but felt with someone.
