home is a feeling

Hey there!

It's been a while since we had a chat :). If your wondering, I've been busy with school and exams and all that jazz, ugh. It's been hard to get away from that and I've had a hard time to balance it all. But alas, here I am! 

Today, I wanted to talk about something that's been on my mind a lot lately. You know, how they always say "home isn't a place, it's a feeling"? Well, it's true and I'm realizing and experiencing it more and more everyday. I was writing in my journal the other day and I wrote something like this:

Home is not a place. It's not a roof over your head. It's a feeling. 

A feeling of love, a sense of belonging and warmth. 

There is home in a place you've visited only once, or in the place you've been in forever. There's home in people you barely got to know, or in people that you've known your whole life. There is home in the moments you spend alone with your thoughts. There is home in the things that bring you joy, in things that bring you comfort. Maybe it's snuggling inside your blankets, hoping for a good night's sleep after many all-nighters. Maybe it's eating candy and feeling like a kid again. Maybe it's letting your rawest feelings come out in the form of drawings. There is home in the most unexpected of places. 

I find home in my family: in the faces of my mother and father, in my twin's annoying eye rolls, in the countless meals I have with my grandparents and various talks I have my cousins. I find home in friends: best friends that are used to all of your mood swings, family friends that you see every week, friends that are more like family and frenemies. 

I find home in conversations that come up in weird times over random topics, in small talks and banters that bring a sense of normalcy. 

I find home in words that let me express, in poems that are raw, in journals that I obsessively write in. I find home in paintings and sketches I create when I feel like a kid, in doodles when my mind is scattered, in songs and albums from artists that provide comfort and in movies that I've watched once but remember always. The list keeps going.

Most of all, I find home in myself. 

The point is: through all the phases of my life and through all the busyness, I found a little break in all of these things. I found a little comfort in the conversations with my loved ones, in the slow moments I let nature take the lead, and in writing what I feel. I found warmth in all the things I mentioned above. 

We all have different kind of homes in different forms and feelings and actions. And it fascinates me how this littlest of feeling makes us feel like the whole world can wait. So, what is your home? 

To building more homes, 

Pranavaa xo