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Home Bound or Bound by Home?

The idea of a home or a place to call home is something that has been on my mind for the past few months now... Peculiar I know, and also makes me sound old but I guess it's one of those things that hit you when you're moving from the home you grew up and spent your life in, to a completely new place, even if this is temporary.

I am sure many of you out there might have gone through something similar, the thought of leaving a part of your life behind in a city to begin anew somewhere else, or just staying in a different residence even if you are in the same city, whatever it might be, it always seems to leave a sense of anxiety within, along with the excitement of making new memories, but that anxiety of what is home and how you would come upon building something that speaks to you as such always has a slight hold on you.

So, with these amazing thoughts in my head (notice the sarcasm), I had been searching for a new place to stay for the next 3 years, and during this time I came to realise something, more so that it was just a simple fact, and if I'm honest, that thought had a profound effect on me.

Curious? Well, I'm not going to keep it away from you for too long or even say something that is truly revolutionary, rather, it's something that we all know, but haven't fully realised yet. It's the simple fact that while I might have had one physical home, on the flip side, I had many more metaphorical homes than I ever realised.

In a way harkening back to the phrase 'Home is where the heart is', this truly struck me over the past few months, as I looked at my family, my friends, and new people I got to know along the way, the simple thing that I was building a place of comfort and safety with these people, with these individuals who are amazing and beautiful in their own ways.

While not of brick and mortar, these relationships have been built over a long time, getting stronger and stronger as we built upon these foundations, and as cheesy as it sounds, I feel so lucky to have such amazing people around me to fall back on, to have stupid conversations with, to spend silences with... Something I cannot be thankful enough for!

Whether it be when I look towards my childhood friends who I've known for way too long, or new ones whom I've grown close to, or even people whom I just met, there was an inherent warmth there, one that felt inviting, one that gave an aura that allowed me to be myself, one that inherently felt like home, and there is truly something beautiful about that thought.

So, when I was moving, I might have left the physical place where I made many memories and lived a whole life, I still have the people with whom I made those memories around me, and to be honest, that is exactly why I can even today, say the words, 'I'm home'.

This is Ayushman Jain aka 1000Minus7 signing out~

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