Home
I feel like… like home is wherever your most precious possessions are – like your loved one, your dog, your diary, your love letters, your picture book, your mac laptop, your r2d2 desktop, your favorite books, your lotr necklace, your v&r dress, your prada shoes, your lv bag.
Place where you can relax, breathe, be whatever you want to be, be what you are, where you feel accepted (mainly by yourself).
Place where the sun always shines, even when it might seem rainy to others, where it’s warm even when it’s around zero, where the air is always fresh and full of magic.
Place that you can find only if you stop looking – if you accept your past, acknowledge your roots and stop dreading the future. You can only feel home if you are here and now. And if you appreciate everything you have, cos you can see how blessed you are. Blessed with love and… That’s’ all that matters.
Home = Love.
That’s why they say home is where the heart is.
Dave cheered this 5 years ago
