Home is where the Heart is

Dear Exp,

I cannot pretend to understand what both of you must be going through.

Uncertainties in life used to make me feel so vulnerable. They still do. The amount of time I ponder and try to quell or try to convince myself of something just so that I would be more certain of something. To convince myself that the actions I take are for the better. I have learned slowly though to trust that certain uncertainties in life make us better people; to have faith in the future. In the lives that we have together. Still, the "what ifs" of life do frequent me.

M has been living his life (literally) out of his suitcase for the last 10 years of his life and it was only a few years ago that I finally realise just how much it means to him to be able to have his "own things" (ie. books, CDs, vinyls etc). He may be a self-professed nomad but it's the familiar things that remind him of "home" be it, London, Melbourne, Sydney, Malaysia, Singapore. To him, these are what define and shaped him to be what he is today. The one I love.

For me, a house is a house is a house. My home is where the heart is, I know it does sound cliche but take the bookcases, the sofa and all the gadgets out of the house, love will still prevail. I don't care so much for the shell (otherwise known as the apartment). I am too anal about what colour sofa should sit pretty in the living room, but it's really the box filed with old love letters from M and the books and sketch books and paintings that will make the shell a home.

I don't know yet where we're going to set up our family (no judgements passed out just yet whether it'll be Singapore or Australia) but I do know that wherever it is, it'll be home.

Love, Inspira

Ps. Soon soon! You'll come to my chateau even if I have to drag you. :-P