h o m e.
I have lived in a lot more houses than the majority of people and have spent most of my life moving every two or so years. I think this is both a blessing and a curse, but definitely more of a blessing. It’s made me adaptable, resilient and also kept me grounded in my sense of adventure. I love finding new places and learning new areas. ✨
So what is a home?
When I was younger, I thought a home was a house that people lived in forever. As I got a little bit older, I thought a home is a house that your family lived in and as I got slightly older and lived in a house where my family wasn’t working well together, I realised that wasn’t a home. Eventually, my Mum and dad separated and my mum found a house for the four of us (Mum, me, my sister and my cousin) to move in to and it started to feel more like a home, because we were happy and we were healthy and we were secure.
As I got older and fell in love with a boy, I found home inside of him. But when he left I realised it was stupid to make somebody else your home because eventually, no matter what, the only person we can ever truly count on to be around forever - is ourselves.
So then I learned that my home is me and that it doesn’t matter where I am or what I am doing, I will always be at home if I am happy and content with myself.
I am home. 💖✨🏡