Consider for a moment your current home. If you don't have one, consider the one you had. Remark or recall the smallest details. The little dents in the kitchen floor from when you dropped the knife. The pressings that never dissappeared even after you changed the table in the living room. The ripped piece of wallpaper behind the painting from when you were hanging it up. The paint stains on the desk from when your hand slipped while painting. The window handle that would never turn all the way in. The creaky cupboard in the kitchen where you never put much anything because you hated the noice. The top shelf of your wardrobe that kept falling down if you put anything heavy on it. The little sounds that the heaters would make if they weren't on. The way sun would shine trough the windows.
None of these things listed might even apply to your home, but I'm sure you have something thought out by now. These tiniest of things: stuff that people visiting might never find out, are something essential to your home. They are a part of it, a part of what makes it home. You could not have your home without these things in it, for it would have something missing, yet they are not what makes it home.
You may have moved lately, or perhaps not. You have probably moved atleast once during your life. How long after moving did it take for the new place to start feeling like home? Is is subjective? Should it be?
I have no answers to these questions. There's something in a place that makes it home. Perhaps it's just us, deciding "this is it. This place is mine, and I'll have it be so." Perhaps it's something else. All I know for sure, is it's something I spend a lot of time thinking about.
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