
It's a personal place, intimate and unique to you, a private place where you can be the real you without external influence and interruption, a retreat...and the place where your underpants live.
No matter where I've lived or called home being careful and cautious with who I've permitted to be there has felt right. Why? See above...my home is my personal space and I'm disinclined to compromise it by bringing the wrong people there.
I'm a private person, selective with who I spend my time with, and that extends to who I permit into my home - I don't actually like people here to be honest, it feels like an invasion of my privacy. It's my place, somewhere I want to feel safe and comfortable and a place I feel quite within my rights to protect, I mean from a security perspective and from an emotional point of view as well; that's why so few are permitted within it and those few are weighed and measured prior to being invited - They have to feel right and be the right fit.
We all set up our homes to suit our practical needs but they're also places into which we pour our emotional selves in various ways: Decor, art, photos, mementos and other keepsakes, scents, furniture and so on; they feel right to us, comfortable, and I think it's completely acceptable to exclude people who do not match. Right?
There's only a small group of people who I'll allow here and they've had to earn it, they need to be friends (not acquaintances) and I need to feel a vibe from them, something I can't explain in words I guess, it's more of a feeling. Interestingly, those I allow here all have a similar ethos in respect of their own homes and I respect it, as they do my own.
There's so many things about our homes that make them ours, create the tone, mood and feeling they leave us with, it's not just about where our underpants live, it's deeper than that...although it doesn't get much more intimate than one's underpants I guess. Our homes are (almost) a sacred place or so I feel and I believe that feeling is something we are well-within our rights to protect and conserve and to make special by being selective about who walks inside.
Do you selectively invite people into your home like me or are you less concerned about it? What makes your house feel like home and how long did it take before that feeling settled upon you. Have you moved home and realised your new one feels different or regretted the move? Feel free to share in the comments below if you're interested.
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