I've owned my townhouse for the past year (actually it's more accurate to say that the bank owns most of it) and have really lived in it for the past 6 months. Yet, in some ways it still wasn't home. Life is always in flux for me in one way or another. And, very often, I have my eye and heart set on some far away destination. In many ways, this building has been just a way station for me on my journeys.
I have made hundreds of photos lately and dozens have been framed. These photos sit in boxes or piles on the floor.
I believe that a building doesn't really become a home until you put the first nail in the wall. Doing so is like planting roots. It's a statement saying that I'm not going anywhere anytime soon...no need to have things packed and ready to go.
With help and encouragement from Renu, I drove my first nail into the wall, followed that one with three more, and in doing so, found myself home.