“I live here now” “Here” being in your own life
This one is a bit tougher for me as in some ways normal milestones don’t apply when you live your life in constant transit. I don’t have a house, I don’t have an apartment, and while I am a title-holder on a beautiful home in Victoria, I don’t ‘live’ there…and all the furniture in my room there was picked out for me in my late teens and paid for my others than me. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my space there, and it’s very much mine, but it’s grown over the years through other eyes and other minds than mine as far as the furniture and such goes.
There are times when I walk into that space and I don’t honestly know if I ‘live’ there per say.
But my cabin on the ships…which build from the ground up every time I unpack…that feels like home. It’s a home I take with me true, but I’ve put a great deal of care and thought into that little compact travelling home. Whether it’s the Tahitian sea-shell that rests on every dresser of every hotel I ever stay at, or the apple-scented diffuser, or the warm and fuzzy blanket with wolves on it, or the pictures I paste up on the walls – everything in that room is ‘me’.
People come into my cabin and instantly relax, and in many cases say “your room is so…different from the others.”
So it’s true that I may not have furniture, I’m not at the place in my life where I have somewhere to keep furniture, but I do have a space that I have put effort into making my own, into making mine. I have things that are precious to me that have belong to no one but me.
And yes, especially in a life like mine, it does make all the difference to be able to come ‘home’..