The question I often ask myself is what makes our house home?
What converts the brick or concrete walls into our castle that is like no other place on earth? Why do I come to the houses of some of my friends and they look more like hotel suits? I'm not even sure that anybody, including me, intends to spend there any more than just a few hours. Though other places draw us like magnets. They feel like home away from home. And they are not even meant to be anybody's home! Something like a nice coffee shop inside a book store, or a gorgeous hotel suite. Why can they achieve to create this special atmosphere that people want to live and stay, total strangers want to grow roots there, meanwhile people can live for years in houses, apartments, and condos, failing completely to make them feel like home?
To me, the devil, as always, hides in all these little details. In the small comforts we add to the space. In nice candles that can be lit up to brighten the mood. In the plants that grow close to the windows or in the most random places. In the books that decorate the walls (or hide in the oven if you are visiting Carrie Bradshaw). In nice notebooks, and pens, and other small tokens of hobbies that the owners of the space have. In the artwork and family pictures. Knowing how long it takes to frame something, you start thinking if they went through all that trouble they may not actually just get up and leave. All this things that show the owners' care, their compassion, and warmth. All these things make a house truly a home.
P.S. If somebody knows where my succulent thinks it's going, please let me know. I have no idea. I have a feeling it wants to travel the world. 🌿🌱🎋🎍🌱