..Speaking of home.
When you have a nightmare and you sit up in your bed wondering how to make it go. Or when you have had a tough day and all you want is to wish away its bad memories.
Where do you go?
Do you wander around from one place to the other, hoping to get distracted and forget the unpleasantness faced earlier or do you go home and seek comfort there?
What makes home the zone of comfort and security? Is it the porcelain artifacts or does the expensive upholstery help? Or is it just the sunlight streaming through the windows, warming up your couch and quilt, inviting you to snuggle inside and forget the rest of the world?
All you need is your own home. A place to hide from the world. Where you gather your strength to be able to face it again the next morning.
When we moved into the new apartment, the space overwhelmed me. It was too big for my taste. The maintenance logistics scared me since time and money are always scarce. But it had ample sunlight, warmth and an open feel to it. I liked it. It made me feel welcome. The best part, I believe, is that it made me feel that I owned it. With time, as we settled down, adding one thing at a time, it became our home. It now houses our little secrets, the soothing voices telling each other that every thing would be fine, the hearty laughs and the silent tears. It is everything that a home should be.
Five Senses ... 