My parents moved to a new home right before Thanksgiving in 2007. Though it was right across the highway from the house in which I grew up, I had never set foot inside until the Wednesday before the turkey-stuffed holiday. As my rental car pulled into this foreign driveway, my stomach turned in anticipation, excitement, dread - how was I going to sleep here? Would it have the same creaks and take the same breaths my old house used to take in order to lull me to sleep each night? What would it be like to live in a place with no memories of my own? Where I had no real bedroom to speak of? Where I had to sleep in, *gasp*, the guest room?
The minute I stepped foot into my parents new house, I felt like I'd lived there my whole life. Though the layout was drastically different from the old house, this one felt familiar, lived in, and loved. It was, quite simply, home.
It was also at that moment that I realized a home is simply an extension of who you are - no matter where you live, you're always home. Cara Drive was home because it was filled with things my parents loved and things we've collected over the years to express who we were as a family. And, it was beautiful. My parents created the perfect marriage of familial legacy and utter beauty, manifested in the new home at 2395 Cara Drive.
And so here we are - I'm living in my first real apartment in the city, sans roommates, and I've started to care about the coffee table I choose to rest my remotes. The search for the perfect coffee table has evolved into this almost obsessive interest in the potential any home can have to be a place of beauty and refuge and expression of oneself. Over the past few months, I've collected hundreds of images that have inspired me and have contributed to the overall sense of home-style I've started to create. And being naturally very expressive, I'd like to share these nibbles of inspiration with you.
So read, forward, post, comment, indulge - and remember, never settle in your quest for the perfect coffee table.
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