The Comforts Of Home

Hello society,

If you follow me on Instagram you’ll know that last week I was on holiday, and due to my epic procrastinating skills I didn’t allocate enough time through my slow typing skills to be able to meet the deadline of the weekly rambles.

But now, from the comforts of my bedroom floor I can now express how amazing it is to be home.

Some of my readers out there may know what it’s like to have no legal address, or what it’s like to couch surf, if not I can tell you from experience. It sucks. It sucks even worse when you wake up in hospital and your little wristband doo-dad thingy has in the address “no fixed abode” at that point it really hits you.

Anyway what I’m trying to say beneath all my mindless rambling is that home isn’t always about legal address.

According to the urban dictionary the definition of home is: ‘Where you can feel you can be yourself. Home doesn’t have to be a place you live in or even actual place, it’s a feeling so comfortable somewhere or someone you can always go back to.’

Can I take a moment to point out that the top definition is ‘A place where I can poop for however long I desire’. If you please, I request a moment of silence for the comedic genius wrote that. Both definitions by my reasoning are correct.

Home to me isn’t just a place to sleep. Home is the people around you, about them being family to you, people who when someone says “Who would you willingly be trapped on a deserted island with” you think of them.

My parents aren’t something I come home to at the end of the day. Instead I come home to my folks. Let’s call them Mr. & Mrs. Aniki.

(Aniki meaning a Japanese honorable term for an older brother or a superior… I’m gonna go with superior.)

Mr. & Mrs. Aniki may not be replacements for my biological family. My mother and my father will always have an irreplaceable section of my heart, but Mr & Mrs. Aniki will always have an equal and just as important place. Anyone out there who also lives with people who aren’t their biological parents, may they be aunt & uncle, grandparents, older siblings, adoptive parents, foster parents or anyone else, you will know what I mean.

My best friend Pringle, (not her actual name) also has an incredibly important part in my heart. She’s always there if I ever need her, she puts up with my endless supply of memes and for many more reasons she’s one of the people who are not only family to me, but she’s also home. Legit I used to kidnap her sisters’ bed almost every weekend… sorry about that.

Anyway after my endless mindless ramble, what I’m saying is that at the end of the day it doesn’t matter if you don’t have a pile of random things on a patch of your floor or at least one sock thrown in a precarious place high up. All that matters is that you have at least one person who you can unwind around. Someone who is home to you.

It also matters that every now and then you take a moment to think about what you have. Think about those who might not have what you have, may it be wi-fi, a warm bed, clean water, anything. Just take a moment to appreciate what you have and the people who are close or important to you.

If anyone is struggling with anything, or just wants someone to talk to about literally anything. Feel free to get in contact with me. I’m always here.

Until next time, stay foxy folks.

The Shadow Girl, Fading Out xx