Latent Space

I’m already beginning to fall in love with my new home.

I had a friend who always insisted that it’s important never to stay in one place for too long. Leave before your roots tie you down to the place and rip off your wings. Though I found it too flamboyant then, I decided to be cautious.

Hence, from the moment I stepped into this house, I promised myself I would not let it grow over me. I would not give away too much of myself, just enough to make it livable  I was trying to be calculative. But the person I am would just not let it be so. No matter how much I compel myself to not love something, the more head over heels I fall for it. And so seems to be the case with this place too.

I already have like a million ideas in my head about doing up this little home. All the colors blend in perfectly inside my head. I know exactly where everything would go. It’s like I can already see it in my head - how my home would look once I’m done with it. And I’m so proud of myself for making all this happen.

I don’t care if I have to die a million deaths when I finally have to leave this place. What’s more important is that it’s my home and it’s just the way I have always wanted it to be. I believe in living life completely. Treading too carefully takes away the thrill and the fun of life.

What’s the point if you don’t give away a little of yourself to the moments which sum up life? What’s the point if you don’t feel the pain of love? I think it’s alright to be tied down to your loved ones. Because how long can a lonely flight hold you up? The wings would eventually tire out.