Sometimes, I stay up too late just sitting in our livingroom, looking at the pieces of furniture and the pictures on the wall. I wander about, looking at things and touching them gently, marveling at the life we’ve built and are building. To me, it’s not just sticks of furniture, it’s a place of gathering. I dream of the day when we can fill our space with new furniture, and truly make it us. But for now, the secondhand futon and couch are perfect.
Sometimes, on those nights when I stay up too late, I walk around our apartment and feel a sense of belonging. We’ve made this place our home, even if we can’t choose the paint colour in each room. It still feels like home. I love this place, I love our kitchen and our bedroom. I love our livingroom; the place of gathering, and I love Nolan’s nursery and the floors. I love the charming doorways and the cozy feeling I get just by being here. We’ve only been here for five months, almost a year, but this apartment is jammed packed with our memories and our moments together as a family.
I am happy here, I love it here. I’m proud of this place that we’ve made home.
I still dream about the furniture we hope to buy soon, I still have little things that I feel like we should do in order to make it feel even more cozy, more us. I lovingly pick out little things for our home; picture frames, candle holders, dish towels and other little pieces of decor. Even if we aren’t going to live here forever, it’s our home for the next foreseeable future and I love it. I’m proud of it.
I love sitting in my kitchen in the mornings, having a cup of tea and just feeling so at peace because here, we are safe. This is home, this is our haven.
I love our home.
What do you love about your home?