These are true words. I’d say I have a good home I grew up in, my Mama lives in now & I’ve had happy years. The older I got though, the less I was able to connect with people there. My opinions were too out of space & especially so were my dreams and goals in life. I’m moving to Paris in three weeks. My French is semi-okay (not on a Parisian level though), I’m scared I won’t connect with my roommates & I have to at least work another job to sustain myself & make rent. My books & my remote job aren’t paying the rent. But I feel good about my choice. I need to get somewhere else. Where hope is I might get along with people & find supportive arms that hug me when I cry cause someone left a bad review or that’ll carry my books to a reading. And most of all, every single time home or anywhere else was too tight for me, I took a train and went to Paris. My mental health was always the nicest to me there & I know I am safe with myself there. As you said, maybe that is the factor for a home. The safety in oneself. I know this was a bit of a long comment, but thank you for writing this one, during a time moving feels scary & thrilling at the same time❤️🫂
Oh Bonnie- you brave & beautiful creative. What a story- and Paris- a kind and magical place. I hope that you will land in such a way that it will make your heart warm & your soul feel at home ♥️
Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing this. I'm writing about 'Hiraeth' at the moment. It's a Welsh word that describes a Welsh person's longing for home, but just as you mention in your reflection, the idea of home has many layers.
These are true words. I’d say I have a good home I grew up in, my Mama lives in now & I’ve had happy years. The older I got though, the less I was able to connect with people there. My opinions were too out of space & especially so were my dreams and goals in life. I’m moving to Paris in three weeks. My French is semi-okay (not on a Parisian level though), I’m scared I won’t connect with my roommates & I have to at least work another job to sustain myself & make rent. My books & my remote job aren’t paying the rent. But I feel good about my choice. I need to get somewhere else. Where hope is I might get along with people & find supportive arms that hug me when I cry cause someone left a bad review or that’ll carry my books to a reading. And most of all, every single time home or anywhere else was too tight for me, I took a train and went to Paris. My mental health was always the nicest to me there & I know I am safe with myself there. As you said, maybe that is the factor for a home. The safety in oneself. I know this was a bit of a long comment, but thank you for writing this one, during a time moving feels scary & thrilling at the same time❤️🫂
Oh Bonnie- you brave & beautiful creative. What a story- and Paris- a kind and magical place. I hope that you will land in such a way that it will make your heart warm & your soul feel at home ♥️
Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing this. I'm writing about 'Hiraeth' at the moment. It's a Welsh word that describes a Welsh person's longing for home, but just as you mention in your reflection, the idea of home has many layers.
It really has many layers and is fairly complicated isnt it? Thank you so much for your kind words 🫶🏼