This morning as I scrolled down my Facebook timeline, I saw a post that said, “Sometimes home isn’t 4 walls; it’s 2 eyes and a heartbeat.” And I stand by this quote because if you’ve followed my podcast or Instagram, you would have heard me tell tales of my gipsy growing up. And if you haven’t, please check them out here:

1. Baawa Unfiltered – The Podcast: https://anchor.fm/baawa-unfiltered
2. Instagram: https://instagram.com/baawaunfiltered?r=nametag

Growing up, I lived in a lot of places. I didn’t have the childhood where I grew up in a particular house that housed all my memories. I felt like I was missing out because I didn’t have what others had: a house, which was a home. My classmates had the best childhood because most of them grew up in houses they’ve lived in all their lives, but somehow, that wasn’t my reality. Irrespective of my feelings concerning homes and houses, I consider myself to be a homebody. I am at peace at “home” because I realised fast that home wasn’t a place but wherever my mother was. You see, I could live anywhere, and if I didn’t see my mom, who is one of my absolute favourite people, I wasn’t home. So, yes, home isn’t 4 walls. It’s a person, your person. I believe that everyone needs a person, which is why I am not such a big fan of people who campaign for doing things by themselves because God didn’t create us to be alone in the grand scheme of things. If he wanted to, he would not have been made Eve, and the rest of the human race would not exist. Your person can be anyone. It doesn’t have to be someone you are in a romantic relationship with, even though I can agree that having your person be the one you are committed to in love and life would be the best since sliced bread. I pray that we all find the person who becomes our home, and I pray that we become that for them as well so that the relationship, whatever kind it is, would serve its purpose well and do right by us all.

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