( image via here
now occupying a small part on my living- room wall)
I guess we all know how important a feeling of belonging is;
well, to me 'home' is something that defines me - it goes hand in hand with 'life' and 'family'.
I can't imagine not having a 'homey' home. Do you know what I mean?
A safe place, a space where you can be yourself, you can do what you like or do absolutely nothing at all and still be content; a place that feels like an old, worn out sweater that warms you to your heart and soul...
I was thinking about this over the weekend when I felt like I'd lost my feeling of belonging.
Little one and I were five hundred kilometres away from home, at a place we now call 'home', without daddy.
Yes, we planted our bulbs and yes, we did lots of crafts, but still it was not the same as last year. Something was missing; this special magic dust that turns a house into a real cosy home was only partially here. And the funny thing is that when I go back home I feel more or less the same - problably because I'm always on the run to see everyone and do everything.
I'm really looking forward to the 23rd of December when the school holidays begin. I want to go home, put up the Christmas tree, light some candles, make myself a hot cup of chocolate and feel the warmth around me.
I was offline the past three days due to technical problems, so if I owe you an e-mail or a visit, I'm on my way. I only very quickly checked my mail at work yesterday.