Something about me is I cannot borrow books from the library. I must buy them. I must see them on my bookshelf. I must scribble in notes and doodles and thoughts. I must lend them to friends and lovers. They make a beautiful accessory in my heart and in my home so yes I will continue to spend my money on them. It's not a waste.
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i got asked what time i’d be home the other day. it dawned on me that my place of residence was just that, a place i went to at the end of the day. my bed and belongings were there. i knew which drawer the silverware was in and i had a specific shelf in the closet where i kept clean towels. but it wasn’t home. i hadn’t been home since i was 12. i just live here. i’d forgotten what a home feels like. coming home to a dinner? the tv kept on in the living room while you are upstairs because your family is still watching? leftovers that aren’t yours? knowing who is walking up the stairs just by the sound? schedules colliding? no hot water left? yelling? love? i’m not so sure. i thought about it some more. transitional homes are hard. maybe you’re in college with roommates, maybe your parents just got divorced, maybe you moved out of your childhood home, maybe you moved away by yourself. wherever you call home right now might not be your home forever, but it is where you are now, and you deserve it to feel like one. so decorate how you like, take up room, tidy up and care for the space you are in. “home” isn’t always about what happens inside those walls, but more so what is happening inside of you. treat yourself kindly. provide a safe space for yourself. and in the meantime, you can dream about a future where you can gift the feeling of “home” for the ones you love.
