I've moved 4 times in the last 4.5 months. To recount: one transatlantic move from the UK to California and three consecutive sublets in San Francisco. I've bounced from East London to San Francisco's Potrero Hill, then hopped over the Mission to Noe Valley, flew up to Bernal Heights before landing, finally, FINALLY, in the Dogpatch, into a loft which we now call home. My urban nomadic period has ended, at least for the time being.
A few days after arriving, all of our worldly possessions turned up, the boxes a bit squashed from being stored for so long in a shipping container. We eagerly tore into our boxes to be reunited with our things, with a bit of nostalgia, excitement and a little disgust. The odd feeling of receiving all of one's personals effects after being removed from them so long was an emotional one - it was like being in a time warp of sorts - and I was correct in my sense that I no longer needed a lot of these things. I had already forgotten about a lot of them. In my post a few months ago about coming back to the US with only a few suitcases, I discovered that I didn't need much to get on with my life, and as predicted, I weeded out several piles of old clothes and shoes that can be donated this week. The moment of chaos pictured above (right), where I felt like my life exploded, was indeed stressful and manic, but once we conquered the chaos and put everything away, all felt right again, my universe felt a bit more in balance and with that came a grounding sensation that I haven't felt in awhile.
Right now we are still enjoying the stripped back minimalist look of our home until a few bits of furniture arrive over the coming weeks, but the concept of HOME is a great feeling. I'm quite comfortable working out of my alcove office perch in the loft, which looks over what I hope to use as a flexible living and yoga teaching space - suddenly, finding the balance of my design work and yoga feels more feasible than ever. Best of all, outside the windows is a breathtaking view of the shipyards, water, the Bay and beyond, which is a constant reminder that San Francisco is where I now live. Welcome home.
What about you - what does "home" mean to you? Feel free to share a comment or two!