The other day my boyfriend said to me, "I want to build a home with you." And just the simple way he said it, across phone lines and timezones and through my cell's receiver just made me want to bawl like a baby. Love is crazy beautiful sometimes. And I don't know if you've ever experienced the feeling of finding a 'home' in a person - but it's magical and scary and comfortable and chaotic all at the same time.
We are born into homes, we create homes, and then we spend the rest of our lives searching for homes and places to belong.
In time we find a home within ourselves, we find homes with the people we love and who love us, and we make homes in every heart we touch and ground we walk upon.
And this journey is bittersweet sometimes - because there's leaving, and letting go, and starting over, and building new - and each time you become a different self, if that makes sense. Each time you both leave a small piece of yourself behind, and gain a new part. Like growing apart from old friends and making new ones, like leaving the place you've grown up in and figuring out where you really belong, like trading your solo lifestyle for one shared with someone who loves you.