I consider a place home once I’ve lived in it for more than 4 weeks. I could say I have lived in 12 different addresses for a minimum of 3 months to 10 years. I recall living with a different family, besides my own, for convenience since it was closer to the University that I studied at. I lived at a yoga studio and slept on the locker floor at one point (believe me it was one of the best sleep I had in my life). I remember living in a basement that constantly had a flooding problem (At the time I was living in a tropical country where the seasons were summer and rainy season – You could say that half the year, I was constantly ready to scoop out water). I remember living in a 3 floored 800sqm house with a lawn where our 15 dogs run and play then moving to a 30sqm apartment.
You can literally put me anywhere and I will make a home out of it no matter what the living conditions are.
In most of these places I always lived with someone, My family composed of our two loving military parents (that would be for another story), 3 sisters who don’t know anything about private space, our big brother, our lovely Grandma who’s battling dementia, and our matriarchal alpha dog, Pee Wee, who at one point mothered 15 dogs! I once had to live with a a couple who constantly fought, a family who had one of their rooms rented to me and a roomate in which they eventually became our family. I had such colorful Living conditions but i can call each of them home.
4 years ago, after being together for 6 months I married the love of my life. It was only when I moved to our 30sqm apartment that started really learning how to cook (yes, apparently cup noodles don’t count) and one thing i can say is it’s a beautiful thing seeing someone nourished from the bellies to their hearts
Now that I moved to a new country and in an exciting city, I’d like to share to you how we constantly make, reshape and nourish our new home.
Welcome to Our NY Apartment. :)