The term home has come up numerous times in my writings about my art: Home, as it relates to a living environment, and home, as it refers to the actual structure in which one lives. One might argue that house is a better defining term, but I beg to differ. I have lived in houses that have never felt like home. Home is more than a structure. Home, is a place where one feels they fully belong.
Over the years, I have been on a quest; a quest to find not only the environment in which I would reside long term, but a search for the right home within that environment. As part of my quest, I have travelled to different countries. I have also resided in different provinces within a country, to make that realization happen. My husband and I have significantly renovated a house twice, and completed a new build once, trying to establish a home in which I could be happy. But neither house fully fit the bill. The first house I loved, but the environment around I could never fully connect with. The second house, although I loved the surrounding environment, the structure itself never fully felt like home.
Instinctively I knew I would find the right home, a home that encompassed both environment and structure. I didn't think it would take over twenty years to complete the mission. But it did. Two weeks ago my family bought our long term home. We have yet to move in, but I knew, we knew we had found home, from our very first visit. We have looked at what must amount to over a hundred houses, but this one particular house, struck a chord with each of us: visually, atmospherically, layout, landscaping, and surrounding environment. It met everything on our needs list, and more. We are looking forward to the moment we can make the house a part of our lives, for it to become our longterm home.