I grew up in a big house with an even bigger garden around it, surrounded by fields and trees. Though this might seem like the perfect house, it was old and unfinished. We didn’t have central heating, so I was always cold, particularly with a father who is very environmentally conscious (yeah, he has a good point, but still). It was always very dusty because of all the cracks and rifts. And especially spider-season was a real feast for me.
However, it was my home. I hated it and I loved it. I hated the cold damp winters, announced by those wonderful eight-legged buggers that showed up during weeks of grey rainy skies and diminishing hours of daylight. But then a few weeks of pure splendor came along to interrupt my winter blues and make room for twinkling cosiness during christmas. Next I got back into hibernation, waiting for that perfect moment when the first ray of sun arose to warm my face. Spring.
There was this scent. When it became warmer and sunnier, at dusk there was always this special scent on the second floor of our house. Whenever I walked up the stairs, that scent flourished with each step I took and filled up the whole space. I used to just go up there only to inhale that scent. Summer.
This magnificently weird place I grew up in, was my home for so many years, up until I was thirty and my parents sold the house during their divorce. Of course, at that time I didn’t actually live there anymore and moved out when I was twenty, but as I am highly attached to the places I lived in, it always felt like home.
A few weeks ago, I was driving through the village I grew up in with a friend and we stopped at the house. For a couple of minutes I stood in front of it and relived some of those precious moments that represent my childhood and though a new family lives there, creating there own memories, it will always be my first-ever home.
Having to leave my latest home was devastating and I didn’t get to replace that for a long time due to circumstances. However, a year ago I was able to get my act together and create my own new home. During the first months, I settled in quite easily and it just felt like a nice place I lived in, and that was it. But then there was this warm evening in April when I went upstairs and with each step I took, there it was: the scent. In an instant, my entire body chilled and warmed up at the same time, taking me back to those beautiful summers as a child and right there at the top of the stairs, my house became my home.