the feeling of coming home
here is a flyer i saw on the street sometime last winter — on one of my daily zombie walks during that berlin winter which never seemed to end. here's the translation of this ad:
"We are looking for a home!
We — two educators - are looking for a quiet and bright 2-3 room apartment, preferably with a balcony. Vozagweise in Neukölln, Xberg, Schöneberg or Tempelhof up to a maximum of 1000 euros" —
email address: feelingofcominghome@gmail.com
I took a picture of this ad because I liked the email address. they are not just searching for a house — they are searching for a feeling. the feeling of coming home.
but what is: "the feeling of coming home?" I try to recall the last time I had that feeling, and I can't really remember. if the feeling of coming home is a magic potion, then what are its ingredients? safety? nourishment? peace? comfort?
how can I BYOB this feeling, wherever I go? this has been the ongoing question for me, and perhaps it comes with the fate of being displaced at a young age. you seek home everywhere, a sense of belonging that seems so easy for other people. and in the end you content yourself with creating your own potion, as best as you can. it must be somewhere where there is love, and a possibility of rest, recharing, nourishment, and freedom. where the fridge is always full, and the plants are always happy. a place to care for, and be cared for.