May 31st 21.36 CET
What Home Really Means to Me
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about home.
I remember having a deep conversation with a friend about it.
What is home? Should everyone have one? When is the right time to get a home? Should we buy one or just rent and move on with life?
For me, these questions weren’t just abstract thoughts.
I’ve been through some tough chapters in life, and in one of those phases, the idea of having a home became everything. It felt like something solid I could hold on to while everything else slipped through my fingers like sand.
I worked hard. Really hard.
I saved every bit I could.
I sold things that held emotional value.
I was scared, unsure, constantly asking myself, “Will I be able to pull this off?”
But somehow, I did it.
I got my first home.
Not everyone was supportive.
People I thought would stand by me didn’t.
Some even discouraged me: “It’s a huge risk,” they said. “You shouldn’t be taking a loan.”
That’s when I realized that when you make brave choices, sometimes you walk alone.
And maybe that’s what pushed me even harder to make it happen.
And when it did happen, it was beautiful.
Strangely smooth. It felt like the universe was holding my hand through it. I didn’t feel pressure or fear, just a quiet reassurance.
I got the best opportunity, and things just… aligned. I still believe some kind of divine help showed up for me.
I’m deeply grateful. But here’s the thing.
Now that some time has passed, I’ve started to see it all differently.
Owning an apartment felt like the end goal back then.
But now, I realize it’s not.
A home isn’t just about real estate, or investment, or owning something.
In fact, sometimes it feels like a liability.
Because home isn’t a place.
It’s a feeling.
It’s that feeling of safety, of being held without needing to ask, of having space to just be. And no matter how perfect the walls, a flat alone can’t give you that.
People do. Moments do.
Home is waking up to laughter in the kitchen. It’s that hug after a long day.
It’s someone saving the last piece of cake for you. It’s comfort. It’s warmth. It’s peace.
You can buy a house.
But you can’t buy the feeling of home.
That comes from the people you live with: your parents, your partner, your siblings, your friends.
Or sometimes, it comes from yourself — when you finally start to feel safe in your own company.
Home is not where you live.
It’s where you feel peace.
confidantly yours …..
