I’ve never had my own home. Yes, I’ve lived at home with my parents, or in a house with other people while in university, but I’ve never gone out and picked out my own place to live.
Right now my apartment was chosen by the school that I work for. It’s decent, but small. About the size of a single dorm room I’d say. It doesn’t have much in it, but it works for me.
I always love the saying that home is where the heart is. Home for me is rather where peace is. While I may not have picked this apartment, or anything in it, or pay the rent on it, I feel more at peace here than I did living at my parent’s house in 2015. I really don’t need to have a place that is technically my own – I have a place where I can feel at peace in my situation and my life, which I think might be a better option.
This is kind of a newish picture. Mornings are amazing in my apartment. With these huge windows, the morning sun shines in and pretty much blinds me every day. But it’s a fantastic place for a nice morning salutation on my yoga mat, while listening to the kids on the street head off to school.