Home of a traveler is ever so estranged

As I wake up day after day, the house accepts me and it becomes more a part of me. Every few weeks, I leave to travel and wander. But, every time I return, my home stares back at me like a little upset kid who didn’t like me gone and hence wouldn't allow me to settle in for a few days. I feel at peace here, I like it a bit messy and a lot more comfy. I like the smell of curry in my curtains and a boiling pot of tea for a ready hug-in-a-mug for anyone who might come along. My house is a safe place where we can just be and not be judged, where we can laugh, cry, be happy or sad - all emotions are welcome, where we leave our egos at the doormat and bring in only love and laughter. Every house I have ever lived in was decorated with peace and joy for these are the ornaments that the rich can't afford but the wealthy can. 

I have always enjoyed rains, the splatter of water on the roof, the petrichor in the air, and a sweet feeling of what never was. The rains have brought relief to the scorching heat but it’s the onset of winter, a tell-tale sign, get ready to learn to slow down. It is lush green outside, and just a few more weeks of autumn will change this to the hues of yellow and orange. The trees shed leaves and the birds make cosy nests. The chirping of sparrows will diminish too and the sun will only peek in every now and again. The only thing that doesn’t change here is the warmth and love of the people around us. I sip my morning tea, watching the sun rise as I witness the beauty of change and wonder why people run from it. The uncertainty of life is what makes it so interesting.

Every house that we turned into a home, is a memory that is unerasable. Somewhere, in the dusty corner of my heart, lives a kitchen where we cooked delectable meals which I didn't know then, was also nourishing our souls. When I smell tequila, I remember the crazy fun we had laughing till our stomachs hurt, in a house somewhere unknown. As I hear the traffic go by, in the distance I hear conversations happening on my balcony, they were so deep that it moved my soul. I did not know then that the life I was creating was a life I would live forever with, the best one there is. 

Days pass by and so do nights. Festivities come and go, and seasons change but we remain here, with one another. We bring to our little home, lights, colors, love, kindness, and loads of fun. We’re here, far away from home, far away from celebrations, far away from loved ones. But we’re celebrating the spirit of joy with the beautiful people around us every day. May our home and all our future homes find us to be a little more familiar. May our friends and family always come over for coffee and conversations. May our bars always get people drunk and may our kitchens always have dirty dishes from the night before.