One Thought: love the place you live.
I know people talk about loving their city, but I mean literally to love the place you lay your head to rest: your physical home. We like to tell ourselves little self-lies like “It’s only temporary”, or “I’m away most of the time, and I really only sleep here.” ONLY SLEEP HERE?? Your home is not only the last place that your eyes see every night but it’s your first experience upon waking every morning. Your neighbourhood is the first thing you see when you leave, and determines the path you will take to work or school or play.
You can live in the smallest little closet of a space and love it and its neighbourhood with a fierce loyalty.
I’m not talking about going out and buying a mansion with a helicopter landing pad and water slide that leads from the turret to the swimming pool. You can live in the smallest little closet of a space and love it – and its neighbourhood – with a fierce loyalty.
My home is all of one room. I call the stairs of my fire escape my “balcony”. But for the first time in my adult life I am living in a place in this city that I can fondly call “home”. It feels surprisingly good at all times.
Love the place you live right now.