Home...Not a place, but it's a feeling. ❤️

Home...Not the place.

But it's a feeling. ❤️

In a person's lifetime, there are often events or moments that become "turning points," making us no longer see the world as it is, it is part of the inner growth that can happen to everyone, not gender, not age.

🪻 and one of those events for us was to understand the word "home" in a completely different sense.

When children, especially if they grow up in a motel or rental house, the dream is very simple, they just want to have their own home, they want to bring their friends to the house without being shy, they want their families to be together in our own place.

🌷 grow up a little longer, the demand changes from "wanting to have a home" to "wanting to have your own space," wanting to have a private room, wanting to be separated from parents and family, wanting to control everything around us, and the more people who have always been with their parents, this feeling is always growing up quietly inside...

When we were kids, we used to enjoy living with a lot of people. We didn't even care if the house was beautiful, clean, well decorated or not. The house was just a mattress that played where we could be ourselves, no matter how good or bad.

🍃, but as we grew older, saw the world grow, took on other people's lifestyles, we began to want to have our own "beautiful space," wanted to have a photo corner, wanted to have a room that reflected ourselves, wanted to set up a home that looked good enough to take to social media.

And I don't know when it started to look at antiques in my mother's house with a different eye...

🍂 old furniture, assorted bowls, free stuff from there, baskets, cans, incongruous-looking belongings, cluttered shelves, untidy lockers, all of that started to become "polished."

We began to understand the tastes of our parents' generation, and we began to feel that impropriety, minimalism, dissociability, lawlessness, is immortality.

🌻 And when we're old enough to separate ourselves, we're so proud of our space. Our room is clean, tidy, controlled-tone, stylish enough to share on social media with lots of compliments.

But behind those beautiful photos is hard work and money...

Paid rent.

Buy Home Decor

Buy a Lifestyle

Buy the feeling "I'm living well."

Eat well-anyway, dress well, set up a good table, have a coffee corner, have sunshine on the curtains, have light duets, have the kind of happiness that seems to be the standard of this generation.

...Alone. 🍂

Living in a beautiful place, clockwise, walking around with the Internet, a romantic couple, day out and start over and think, "This is the life we want, no one, no one, no one."

🦋 the truth is, humans are never designed to live in isolation.

We may like privacy, like freedom, like our own space, but deep down, humans are still social animals.

✒️ a lot of research says...

Loneliness and isolation are not just a matter of feeling, they are clearly related to physical and mental health, from chronic stress to depression to risk of disease and early death. And psychologically, there is a very interesting concept called Social Baseline Theory, which explains that the human brain naturally "expects" someone else to be around, because having a stable relationship helps us cope better with fear, fatigue, and the weight of life.

🐳 but the little sad thing is that in an age where technology makes us the easiest to contact each other, it's an age where many people feel the most "apart," we know everything about other people's lives on screen, but we're not really "with anyone."

We take pictures of other people's beautiful homes, look at other people's good lives, look at other people's desks, look at other people's reading angles, until sometimes we accidentally forget that...

🌳 what really makes a home livable may not be beauty, but the feeling that we're not alone.

Until one day, when life takes us to unforeseen events, the first thing that comes to mind is not "I want to go back to my beautiful room," but "I want to go back to my beautiful room."

"I want to go home." 🏡

Our room used to be the dream house, the house we thought was perfect, but why do we still think about home in such fragile times?

So where exactly is our home?

Last 🪷, when you come back to the housekeeper's house, where it's not a mess, where there's a noise in the kitchen from 3: 00 a.m., some monologue, some political insults from the news, some talk to the dog, some TV noises, a dog walking around the house, a call to eat, a wake-up call, a sound that used to feel "annoyed" and frustrated.

But strangely, today those voices calm our hearts. It seems annoying but strangely warm. 🍃

🌸🐦🐿, the person who once enjoyed sitting quietly with his phone or notebook alone, now sits back and watches the trees grow, watching the flowers slowly bloom, listening to the birds sing, watching the squirrels come by for fruit, listening to the sound of light springs, and the weather is hot, but cooler than in the air room all the time.

And then we started to understand something.

Maybe "Home is not a place, but it is a feeling."

The feeling that even if the outside world is tired, there are still places where we don't have to be perfect.

🏡 home that doesn't have to fall out of Pinterest but makes us feel safe.

🏡 home that doesn't have to be the most beautiful, but makes us the most comfortable.

🏡 a house where there is not only silence or music, but the sound of life.

🏡 home where different species of creatures, different habits, different preferences, choose to live together.

🏡 a home that may not be "beautiful or orderly" in other people's eyes, but warms the way our hearts feel.

And perhaps as we go through enough lives, we begin to understand that what we've been looking for may not be the dream home, but perhaps just where we feel like we're not alone. 💜

"In the end, home is not where we put everything most beautifully, but where even imperfections reassure us."

My house.

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