THE STORY: Place of love and power

I can still remember, how I felt when we stepped inside our future home for the first time. For me it was obvious right from the moment I saw it from the corner of the street. It immediately felt like something close, something mine. After several trips to other properties, it felt different. And as it turned out, it was love.

After we made the decision that day, I couldn't believe it was it. We found our first house so quickly, that I thought maybe it wasn't right, maybe there is something better out there, and by making this choice we won't discover the real gem. Some people are looking for the right place for years and we found ours just like that? There was a long second when doubts were piling up, but I already knew the answer - I fell in love.

It's been several years since then and I still feel that way. We changed almost nothing after we moved in, but I did my best to bring "us" to the scene. Not only does it feel ours now; moreover, it started "to give" practically right away. Home for me is not only the place that gives me the feeling of being safe and comfortable. Home has always been my place of power, inspiration, and balance. It's my hideout from everything stressful, painful, or harmful. I have two such places - where I grew up and where I am now - and it brings me enormous joy to know and feel it. And if the first one is my real harbor - the place where I am from and where I can always return, our family house is that place where I found myself in equilibrium.

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