I have always been the type to not feel 100% comfortable unless a space is decorated and feels good to be in (yeah rental houses in college were a rough time for me)! So I had to figure out how to take a feeling of home with me wherever I went. That required me to dig into me, my soul, my emotions, and more.
I asked myself, what is home? Is it a structure that I sleep in and holds my extensive shoe collection? What makes me feel at home?
Growing up, I felt most at home when I was at my grandmother’s house. I can remember it so vividly. The smell of an old crisp sheet fitting over the mattress of my great grandfather’s old bed. Opening my eyes to my grandmother softly stroking my eyebrows and running her wrinkled finger down my nose while she quietly hummed a tune. I could hear the birds chirp outside while the loose old fan on the ceiling whipped every circle it made. I can still smell her house and the permanent aroma of sweet tea and flowers. It was one of my favorite places to be.
I figured out the definition of home is more of a feeling of comfort rather than a house. Home is an indescribable warmth or a sense of calm after a long day at work.
What brings home to you? An old t-shirt that fits perfectly? An antique you found at a random store? The smell from a candle someone gave you for your birthday? Or a painting you bought from a street artist that everyone else thinks is weird? Whatever home is to you, does not matter. What matters is the warm, happy feeling you get when you see it, feel it, or even experience it. This is what home is all about.
So tell me... what makes YOU feel at home wherever you roam??