From a young age, I differentiated between a “house” and a “home”.
As a child the house was another battlefield, at certain points, I felt safer and more comfortable outside the house than I did inside.
I accepted the fact that I lacked what I viewed as essential, the feeling of safety.
A house is made by walls and a ceiling, a home was more psychological.
A home should provide people a place to rest, a shelter to allow us to be vulnerable, to take down our walls, to feel accepted, more or less understood, to feel loved.
Furthermore, a home is a place where you feel a sense of belonging and connection.
The world is already a battlefield, opposing our attempts to be. For our growth, mental and emotional stability, we require a room to heal and to rest and to take a break from fighting to recharge.
All we need at times is a home, which doesn’t have to be found between four walls, it could be found anywhere and with anyone.