Tonight I celebrate my home.
My home right now is in a tiny 2 bedroom flat. I have a small backyard that I constantly need to mow, a small front garden that I really should do more with. My home is my home, it is filled with the things that make me smile.
Some people view my home as somewhere to far from anywhere. It is ideal for me, it is close to work and close to everywhere I need to go. It is close to both train and bus to go to the city.
Some people view my home as a place that is empty of creative spaces. A place does not a creative space make. A creative space is creative because of the people that are in it. A creative spaces is creative because the people in it create.
Some people view my home as a place that they would rather not be. That is fine as this is my home. This is the place that I feel secure and comfortable.
No, my home is not trendy, but then neither am I.
Yes, my home could use some repair work, but then so could I.
My home is not brave because my heart is not brave. I am just a small country town girl. I moved to a new city and this place felt like home when I walked into it. This place was comfortable when I was searching hard for comfort.
My home by definition is my space. It is a space that I have invited people to share. If they don't like it, then they are more than welcome to leave. My home is my place for retreat, my place for solace and my place to come home to. When friends imply that my home is not good enough, they imply that I am not good enough.
It hurts me when they critise my home. This is where I choose to live. Where I have invited them to share. It hurts me as I have openly shared this space with them more than once. It hurts me more than they know.
All are welcome to come and stay in my home, but don't critise because it is a reflecion of me. Yes, I know that my home is not \their ideal... but remember that this is my home.
My home, my choice, my celebration...