What makes a house into a home… Personal pictures on the walls? Self-chosen bedsheets on the beds? Nameplate on the door? Ever since we shifted into our own place 4 months back, this question or rather self-test has been on my mind. It’s like some part of me has been watching out for the moment when I start calling it my home. More than calling – catch the moment it starts feeling like home. From what I observed – I went through some stages in my ‘settling in’ - Initial couple of months were the most disorienting. From turning towards the older home to not knowing who I would find in the house working on some small niggles. It felt like I was living in a space that was mine on paper but maybe a pit stop till we shifted into ‘our’ own space later. Like a waiting room of sorts. Lots of sentences were concluded with – “when we settle down finally” By the time the labour finally left us alone, it was already 2 months since shifting into the house. By now we kind ...
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