It’s been a little while since my last post, it has been a crazy few weeks of study, work and trying to fit in all of the other pleasures that life has to offer. But I’m finally starting to feel on top of things and learn that it’s okay to have some down time to relax and show yourself some love.
So, here’s what’s on my mind on this Tuesday evening..
Recently my family had to start considering what would happen to our family home if something were to happen to my parents. My parents have lived in this house for over 20 years and renovated majority of it themselves. I began to reflect on all of the memories my family and our loved ones had shared in this house, all of the birthdays, Christmas celebrations, “discussions” (as my Dad and brother would call them when they had heated disagreements over which way is up), all of the game nights with my siblings, movie nights and home-cooked dinners.
It was when I was thinking of all the special times my family have shared in this house that I realised, it wasn’t the house itself that made it home, it was the memories we made together.
Home is not a building, it’s a feeling. It’s the feeling you get when you know you’re safe to be completely yourself without any judgement or insecurity. It’s when you feel loved, accepted and comfortable. Home is a special feeling, it’s not always sunshine and rainbows but it’s knowing you can get through the tough times and one day it will be okay. For me, I get this feeling in many places, with many people. I feel at home in the house I spent my first 19 years in, in the dorm room I’ve lived in for a year where I’ve learnt to be strong and independent, during a phonecall with my Mum going through the ins and outs of a boring day, with my family, laughing at a poor excuse of a joke I’ve attempted to tell, at the beach where I can wash my deepest fears and worries away, in a candlelit bath after a hard day, in the reassuring arms of my boyfriend, and many other places.
While I will always have sentimental attachment to the house I grew up in, at the end of the day, so long as I still have my family, I will still have a home. The thought of anything happening to my parents is heartbreaking but I know there will always be parts of them in my siblings and I, and if we stick together, we will be okay.
Please take photos, make memories and hold your loved ones close. Find your true home and spend as much time there as you possibly can, it’s good for your soul, I promise.
Love yourself, be yourself and be kind to yourself.