What home feels like.
A forever home. Something the majority of us will dream about throughout our lives. Some of us are lucky enough to find ours early on, others spend their lives saving and hoping they find their own. We live in our it'll do for now home, my parents in their all our memories are here home and our younger friends in their until we can afford the extortionate deposit home.
Of course, a dream home means something different to everyone; it's the home you've shared with the one you've loved & lost and could never leave for fear of losing the last part of them, the house you walk into and just know you belong, the place you visualise your children growing up before your very eyes. It can be everything and anything for us all, it can mean a million different things to each of us.
We don't live in our forever home. It was more of an I'm pregnant and cannot lift a pushchair up and down the stairs to this first floor flat kind-of stop. We viewed it once (stupid), decided it was adequate for our needs, moved in, discovered it wasn't as polished as we'd originally thought (stupid) and rush-decorated in time for our Christmas Day baby's arrival; I remember everything about that morning, breathing through the pain of labour with the dulcet sounds of Christmas music emanating from the neighbouring homes - presents sat completely untouched under the tree as they'd remain for the next 24 hours. I digress, nothing felt more wonderful than bringing our children home to a home, but it never felt perfectly like our home.
We often find ourselves visiting neighbouring counties and villages, and I often find myself dreaming about the places we could possibly find ourselves living one day. We potter around, sometimes pretending we are locals, imagining the country runs we could take (but probably wouldn't) and imagining the exposed beams our little house would inevitably hold.
Occasionally, my mind goes into overdrive and I can picture everything about the big move; from the Shiply moving van pulling up in front of our new home, to the delicious feeling of walking through the door and feeling the weight lift, that this is the place we're supposed to be
Perhaps one day we'll be lucky enough to find our forever home, one day where everything seemingly slips into place (if that ever happens in life), but for now we'll make the most of our current home. It may not be the perfect one, but it's our first together as a couple and the place I carried two beautiful children, the family who showed me what home even feels like at all.