Home, for me, is the small corner in the house where I feel most comfortable and secure. As a kid, it was the tent made of old bed-sheets, hosted somewhere in the sparely used storeroom. When I grew a little older, it was that small place between my bed and the window, just next to the air cooler. Right now, it is besides my balcony, looking at blooming marigolds and the few coconut trees planted just outside the house.It’s MY place and although I may not be as possessive about it as perhaps Sheldon was, I do consider it as the source of all my thoughts, brooding and motivations 😉
As I grew up, I realized that I do not feel any need or desire for that ‘perfect’ house to be in. I have a few basic points on my checklist and most of them have been ticked as done. Perhaps that is the reason why I am even enjoying the struggles that sometimes come in as part of being in an ‘imperfect’ place.
To sum it up, I am in a happy place right now. Yes, there are some parts of life that needs a little more attention to get sorted. But in all, things are good – good enough to have me sit and think of getting back to write and share the significant and insignificant going-on of life, the books which I read and movies that I watched, the animated and sometimes wordless conversations with friends and family.