Never a constant location
But rather a constant place.
Home can be…
Where you escape to during school vacations
Where you have your own room that has been yours since you were little
Where you have spent countless hours on your bed staring up and memorizing all of the imperfections in the ceiling paint
Where, in the kitchen, sits a height chart marking you and your siblings since you were two feet tall
Where with each knickknack on the shelves comes a story of the past
Where the smell is so distinct, but only noticeable until you were away from it for a year
Where you feel comfortable to be yourself
Where it seems like nothing has moved since you left it
Where everything has its place
These are some of the things that I think of when I think of the warming qualities of home. I have endless dreams of what my future “home” will be like. But for now, home is where there is love. Surrounded by friends who I know will always be there, or by my mother and Sam who would never judge my messiness and singing in the shower. People are my constant, no matter where I might physically be. Everywhere I have ever lived has given me both good and bad memories, but each one of those experiences have made me who I am today. I have been given a collection of homes, and different positive feelings from each, that I can hopefully one day pass on to someone that I will design for. The responsibility of impacting someone’s experience of what they would consider their home is a great one, and my experience has led me to believe that I am here for nothing else.
