What does ‘home’ mean to you? What do you associate it with?
Is it a certain feeling? A place? Maybe some people?
I find myself in a strange moment of my life. I’m moving again, even though last year at this time I’ve moved in the apartment I’m in today. Tomorrow, I’ll have a new ‘home’. In 2012 I’ve moved again, and in 2011 as well.
My first ‘home’ was my parent’s house which, sadly, is not anymore a place I can call ‘my home’. Of course, I love to go there, for my parents sake, for all the memories I still have, but I can’t call it my own place.
Living in a rented place and having to move often (once a year I find is often enough) is not pleasant at all and one loses the sense of home. That’s how I feel right now, right in this moment. I feel like I have no home. I do not have a place of my own, to belong to. Most of my stuff is packed and tomorrow morning my parents are coming over ’cause they have a car and will help me move.
Buying an apartment is way too expensive and I’m not thinking about now. It’s not on my priorities list, even though I feel the way I feel now. In a week or so I know I’ll get used to the new place. It’s just that I really needed to get this feeling out in the world.
Maybe a few of you will understand what I’m saying/feeling or even relate to my situation.
I’m a very confident and quite optimist person. I imagine for myself a bright future, bright in the sense of a balanced life, grateful, whole. No matter how hard it may get at some point, it will be alright 🙂