Home is where my heart is

my heart has been way too much on the go these past three years. i think i found my place. my home

by definition it is described as

A place where one lives; a residence.

The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment.

A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.

An environment offering security and happiness.

a home is so much more than a physical house. it includes love, passion as well as security and happiness. Most of all love.
since the big move last week I have never felt so much at home, ever.
these days I am learning that I have to hand over in order to enjoy. to stop controlling everything. to not be in charge. honestly I love being in charge. in some ways I have to step back and let someone else have a go. and it is so very hard. i have to learn to let everything be as it is. even if it not goes as i have made up in my little mind.

I feel like I have a place to be now, where I am loved by non-family members as well as family members equally. I understand how much I need them and how much they need me. accepting that I play a role in their life too.for once I opened up and stopped isolating me from the people living around me.

a place where I can be who I am, for what I am. they take me with my quirkyness.
being accepted for who I am, was and will always be a big part in my life.
this may not be the cottage I dream of, but it is a loving home filled with many wonderful people who make themselves a home in my home. I can't wait to share it with many more people.
to raise my kid in here who will be loved to the moon and back.

i am walking into the right direction and it feels all so good.