Thoughts of having Space

     Hello everyone! I was recently inspired by a friend to make a new post and as I was thinking over possible topics, I found that one has been on my mind and continues to be brought up in conversation around me. 

    When I was younger I had to share a bedroom with my brother. As I was growing up I dreamt of having my own room and a place for all of my things. When I got older, my younger sisters were able to shift the bedrooms that they were in to give me that, and I was able to get my own room and love what I have been able to do with my space and how comfortable I have been able to make it.

    Recently I've been around a lot of people that have been moving, or finding new arrangements. This has led to conversations about decorating and collecting (both things I love), and how they can truly change the space that you are in. Finding a way to truly make a space your own is a gift that only you can give to yourself, and comes with a sense of belonging. I love being able to see peoples places and how they make it their own, and how they invite others into their space. 

    That leads to the other side of this coin that I wanted to look at, is how people can use their space to host and make others comfortable. I have learned so much from my mom in the ways of hosting and having company over. It was always so beautiful to see her light up as guests would arrive, and light up again as they would compliment her clean house and well behaved children, it made all of the frantic cleaning that us kids did under her watchful eye worth it. That feeling of being proud of the work that went into the upkeep of a house might be why I am so attached to the subject, but I have found that it is something that I will always treasure. 

    While I have been in somewhat of a writing slump, my friend reminded me of my previous blog posts, and looking back I am shocked by the honesty and vulnerability that I have been able to show in these. And looking back at all of them I have found that I some way this blog is my home, and my way of adorning the life that I have. Posting is of course the way that I invite all of you in, to relax, take your mind off other cares, and hopefully think about how we all have a medium that we are so accustomed to that we don't even know that we are doing it. 

    Many of the people that have been moving and doing have reminded me that a home is only a place that you can learn, grow, and reach out from, no matter where you are. Some of the very best people that I know feel like home to me, I have a deep connection that makes me see how homesick I can be for someone. 

    Lucy Dacus states in her song by the same name that "Forever is a feeling, and I know it well." I would argue that Home is a feeling, and that I know it well. 

     I hope that this allows you to look into yourself and find what you have in the home of your mind, and how you make others welcome into it. I've found that often you don't see it until someone points it out to you, but I know you'll find it. Never forget that you will find the people that feel like home, you will find the home in your art (however big or small), and will find a home to be apart of. 

Once again, thank you so much for reading, and thank you for making my home a better one. 

Here is an excerpt that I found that reminded me of this post, I hope you enjoy! 

"Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, form pain and pleasure, and don't apologize for that. In the morning I step outside and I'm thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life."

Otessa Moshfegh, from her book Eileen 🤍