Home is where the heart is
Pliny the Elder
A sudden inspiration flashed into my mind with the suggestive moment from The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien: "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell,
nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it
was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort".
Comfort is probably the keyword when we speak about dwelling. In my childhood memories I knew comfort as softness of blanket, dad's bergamote perfume, wall-to-wall carpet in tones of sandybrown, mom's violets on window sill, and adorable teddy bear.
Now I dream of comfort in the flat of our own rather than in rented one. Certainly, I've used to feel like home there, but can't help thinking this space isn't our.
"Home contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body", - Benjamin Franklin said. Home is the place where we feel our best and know we'll be heared. It's where we make decisions and find our rest. It's where the family meets and where we meet the ones we love. It's the location of childhood memories; a light place occupied by happiness and peace. It is where we want to be... Where Wi-Fi connects automatically and twenty-four-hours hot water supply is :).
For me home is my heartland where people I love and who love me are. The place filled with familiar noise and flavours, native eyes and happy mess. It's where my daughter plays and sings. Where my husband embraсes me. I'm at home, because my heart is and will always be with them.
"I know my kingdom awaits
And the've forgiven my mistakes.
I'm coming home", - Skylar Grey sings.
May your own fortress have distinctive design, peachy interior color schemes, rooms with ample score to work and rest, welcome guests as the ornament of its walls, and square meters of happiness and warmth, not only from heaters :).
