Home is where you decide it is. That home has a soul and if you don’t believe me drive by the home a close friend used to live in and no longer does and you will notice the absence of that soul.
Drive by the house you grew up in. It is a little bit like walking by your ex now that they are no longer a part of you. You cannot see their soul, you hardly recognize them and they are not beautiful to you in the way they once were.
An ordinary home can be made special by the people who live in it, by how they live in it and who they are when they are there. An extraordinary home can be made miserable by the people in it just as easily.
Some very special places to live would be almost impossible to be miserable in. Like the disappointment of a nasty person driving a fabulous sports car, I wanted to know that only a fabulous, adventuresome James Bond type lived here. How could a bureaucrat with a lisp live here? How could a guy afraid of the dark with mommy issues and a dozen cats have this address? His home sits high atop this island in the Pacific, that could only be accessed at low tide, through a tunnel in the rock he paid over $100,000 20 years ago to dynamite through.
He was my next door neighbour for 3 days this summer and I wanted to borrow some sugar just to see if this man was really as ordinary as everyone says he is. How did his home not make him more interesting?
I live in an ordinary home with an extraordinary soul. With the work being done on it now, I can feel it’s soul being turned on it’s head and it makes me wonder. Where will this new shell take us? Where will we take it?
Wow, I would love to see inside!