Coming home is an expression used so often, but what does it really mean?
As I began to re-brand my company, this question ran through my mind. And I began to reflect on my own journey – back to when I first left home for college to where I am now, and what it is that resonates so deeply with the feeling I relate to as ‘coming home’.
College was my first big stepping out. I lived in a dorm, but had to share my room with another student. Decorating my space was controlled by the general rules of the college, and then by what space was actually mine – I had my side of the room, she had hers. As dorm residents, we ate in the cafeteria, shared a common TV area, and had a locker-room style bathroom and showers. So though this was a step in leaving home, it wasn’t the full stride. It was however, the first stretch where ‘coming home’ took on a deeper meaning for me.
I learned that coming home – and really knowing I was there – was all about the memories of my senses: familiar sights and sounds, scents and tastes, and of course touch, like the feeling of the sheets on ‘my’ bed. It was the daily rhythms, all things familiar that became the essence of my ‘normal’, and ultimately the foundation of ‘home’ now.
So what does coming home really mean?
It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe… a collection of things, tangible and intangible, that feed your soul. It’s that sense of calm and peace, that the world is ‘right’ as you step through the doorway. It’s that feeling of comfort, like a favourite pair of jeans. It’s where nothing needs to be said, no-one needs to be there, but you know you’ve just been greeted by your best friend. It’s that one place in the universe where you can just be ‘you’, surrounded by the things you love, the memories you have, and where the people you care about are allowed ‘in’. At the heart of it, coming home is where you can be most vulnerable because you feel safe, and all your senses are fed.
Coming home is about you. What would that mean for your home?
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