H O M E

On Sunday morning as I came round from my leisurely slumber, I began scrolling through my favourite social media platforms. Back in the day people would probably read the paper, The Sunday Times or something more intellectual, but in this day and age with so much at your fingertips, the less wholesome practise of social media takes precedence. My favourite platforms are instagram and pinterest. I'm definitely someone who enjoys seeing how the other half live, finding inspiration, and creating cyber dream boards to inspire me into getting a better body, a better wardrobe, a perfecty put together house, and with those goals in mind comes the motivation to do well for myself.

Anyhow, as I was scrolling I saw this one quote. Now I'm not someone who often takes heed of captions that people often misquote from authors they've probably never read but have seen circulating on their favourite celebrities profiles, but this one quote, who's origin I had no clue, really split my own opinion.

'You can't make homes out of human beings, someone should have already told you that.' - After some research I discovered it was the work of Warson Shire, a Kenyan born - Somali poet based in London. I'm going to try really hard to not fall back into the habit of overanalysing this like I would have at University, but I do have a few things to say.

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about being independent, happy in your own space, and how that is a sign of strength. This by no means contradicts that. However what I will say is that having people in your life who are constants, people who you can be yourself around, people who may or may not be your relatives but still feel like family. Those people are your home. I really do believe, especially since leaving my home and moving to a completely new place, that the people who encouraged me to come here, are the people who have made this place a home to me. Without my two best friends and my sister here this place would probably still feel very foreign to me. They are my comfort blanket, and whilst I have switched from place to place in my first few weeks while I found something of my own, their presence here has ensured I never felt out of place.

Now don't get me wrong, I am a nester. I can take a space and make it homely no problem. Even the grimmest of places going through uni have still been made into places of comfort; but I question whether I would have considered them my home if they weren't in places surrounded by my friends? Probably not. So to contradict Warson Shire, I think actually, it is more the people rather than the places that constitute what makes a home. And I love all my people.

The soundtrack to one of my favourite films Stuck in Love reiterates this sentiment and is definitely worth a listen. I have attached it below. :)

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