House your comfort
Just had a debate with my friend about Home. Everyone knows it’s where the heart is…sort off….
I lived abroad for a while, 8 years of living on my own, I moved quite a bit. I used to live with some home-stay family, a small town house; flatted with a difficult gay in a typical NZ house in West Auckland; shared a house near a highway; lived in a tiny square downstairs from a noisy couple; lived in a flat nearby many resto; emerged myself in a house with 9 people – most of them were hippies; lived in a Dom room and an old stone house. I arrived home just in 2007 and I dread the feeling of being ‘lock’ at home, not being able to do things freely.
Some aspect of it is true, I cant take guys home, and my parents are living downstairs. But I have more than just a dozen of reasons why I love living at home at the moment…
1. I like my room – it’s not finished or near where ideally I would be 100% happy with but I’ve grown to like it
2. I like the peace and quiet of the surrounding. My house is near the river and although we’re not big on landscaping we have enough trees to feed our oxygen for 3 of us.
3. I particularly enjoyed the self-sufficient garden. We have fruits, herbs (enough to throw a full on garden salad), and poultry (including organic chicken, turkey, fish, turtle).
4. There’s no better way to be far away from town, not living directly next to someone, keeping me sane most of the time.
5. My house’s kitchen is not ideal, and this would be one of the off point about the place but I have all the gear I would need to cook up something impressive to entertain friends.
6. I can make a mess and not having to worry how to clean it up later. Having a maid is a standard thing, but then I can always find things to do with my room despite having it cleaned.
7. My neighbour is wicked. They always try to feed me, make clothes for me….and take care of the area pretty well – so all my clothes are safe int he neighbourhood.
8. My fridge never gets empty, there’s always food and drinks and I would never go hungry.
I used to flat with many other people as well as lived on my own in a 100-year-old house, but they’re all rental. And the problem is you would never be able to do what you want since it’s not yours. Apartments are another no-no for me as I often feel like a box being so close to someone’s house and part of a complex building. I remember when I was very young, my family was so poor that we literally lived in a room, and everything was in it. Perhaps since then I have allergy to small cramp spaces…But over the years, being away from home there’s times when you dont have a choice. It’s particularly not good for relationship when 2 people have to share a tiny place.
I understand very well that despite my comfort at home, I always have a problem of persuading other people to see and feel the same way with my house and whether it can charm others to like it like it does to me.
(Last look at Cowane street – Stirling)
(Below – guest room @ Ida in KL; View from guest room apartment @Ida in KL)
