Coming home

What does Home mean to you?

I bought my first property in 1979 at the age of 21. I was working in a bank, which helped me with the mortgage, but it was a great feeling. It was an apartment in a Victorian house, on the middle floor. Consisting of two huge rooms and a small cold bathroom. It had no heating, just an open fire. But huge sash windows that let lots of light in.

In total I have “owned” 5 homes.

In 2000 I came perilously close to losing my home but hung on in. I believed that the bricks and mortar were essential for my wellbeing and that of my daughter at a very difficult time. That we needed to keep our home, no matter what the cost.

Four years ago, Nigel and I walked into The Corner House for the first time, and we felt as though we had come home. The house was waiting for us. A corner shop for over 70 years, and a bed and breakfast for a while. There is joyous energy in the house reflecting years of service and many visitors. I sense a lot of love and laughter, and during the pandemic it has been my refuge.

This week has been a week of deep insight for me. After all the ups and downs of the last year I have reconnected with my core values and beliefs. I feel re-aligned, at peace and calm. Physically and mentally healthy.

I have remembered to stop looking externally for reassurance and affirmation. I have come home.

Home is about more than a place to live. It is dropping into that space inside. Knowing that you have everything you need inside you. You are known there. You can relax and be yourself. There is no judgement. Just love, light and connection. It is peaceful there. Rest awhile.