I never had a home ( or a spaceship ) now I have both. Oh , I lived in many houses since I was a child but never ever I could claim they were 'my' home. They belonged to other people, my parents, friends, a landlord. Over the years I moved several times, trying to make a small nest of each place I was living in but with little success because I always knew that the day would come when I had to move out...again. Suddenly everything changed yesterday. As often in my life things did happen so quickly, just naturally , I bought a home, my very own hobbit cottage and I feel like I achieved one of my dreams, to have my very own place where I can be safe and happy. I had seen this house many time walking down the road, it is a small English cottage with a lot of charm, small on the outside and on the inside but this house was 'winking' at me every time I was passing by, and when a week or so ago the 'FOR SALE' sign went up I started to daydream about living there, now the dream is real. Yesterday I put an offer in to the sellers that was accepted, so here I am this morning, the happy and excited new owner of Hobbity Cottage.
A bit of work need to be done before I move in though, but I am not in a rush. Talking about 'home' I just realized in the last few days that 'home' is really where the heart is, that it does not really matter where we are as long as our hearts are there. This year did start special , and it continues to be so. I will keep a small visual diary of the work done on Hobbit Cottage here on my blog to have a record of how a small little house will become a hobbit home, so please do come in , have a cup of tea and a slice or cake or a muffin or five. My home will be : sitting at my desk under white Christmas lights, wrapped in a blanket and playing on my computer. Picking blueberries in the wood. and making blueberry pancakes. Sunday afternoons with gaming , fire in the fireplace, taking a nap on the couch, munching on some cheese and crackers. A quick dance as I pass through the kitchen. Resting my chin on the ledge of the bathtub , soaking in the hot water while listening to it rains outside. My very own home (our very own spaceship) , where we can loved not despite our vulnerabilities and imperfection but because of them. Always knowing there’s a place where we belong. No matter what.