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I’m the Home I’m Looking For
Becoming My Own Favourite Place
"I hope I become a place where my own heart feels happiest to live."
I hope I always have the capacity to romanticise a grocery run, find poetry in the weather, get carried away by a good book, and make an occasion out of absolutely nothing.
I've always liked the idea of having a home.
Not just four walls and a roof, but the feeling of having somewhere to return to. Somewhere the curtains are always a little untidy, flowers on the dining table, and something nice cooking in the kitchen. Somewhere I can walk around in my oldest pyjamas, sing terribly, talk to myself, and not feel the need to explain a single thing.
I've imagined this home in so many ways. Sometimes it's a place, and sometimes it's an entire life I haven't lived yet.
I suppose most of us do that. We keep little pictures of our future tucked away in our heads. A particular city, a certain kind of love perhaps a garden, perhaps a cat. We imagine how lovely it would be to finally get there.
I do it too.
But recently, I've been thinking about something rather amusing. What if, while spending all this time imagining a place where I would feel at home, I've…
