I’ve lived in a lot of houses. Well, not necessarily houses per se. Up until now, there have been 18. This does count summer study programs, a semester abroad, and a few weeks stay in a flat while living in London. Regardless of the time frame, these are the eighteen spaces in which I have experienced various portions of my life.
I recently wrote and published a book about home staging, and as I was writing the prologue, it suddenly became very clear to me that every time we move into a new home, we come with possibility as we create exciting visions of how we’d like to experience our lives while living there. When people sell their homes one of the biggest challenges they face is in their subjective relationship to it – an inability to see what buyers may see, an attachment to their time spent living there.
And it makes perfect sense. In the way this relates to this blog – the juice, the good stuff, is in considering what we are really desire when we move into a new home. It’s all about the vision. This vision we are creating for ourselves and our next chapter of our lives. Our nature as humans is one of constant growth; we have an insatiable yearning to become the truest and most expansive version of ourselves. We will always want the next chapter of our life to be as good or better for us than the last. It’s human nature.
So as I think about the 18 homes I’ve known, I thought I would share my story, as it’s happened, per house. Our homes serve as markers for the era of growth we experience while living in them, so in my categorical mind, it seems only logical to reflect one-by-one on each of these properties, these eras, my history, all of which led me to this point. To you.
I will name them by location and street. You will find Reston, you will find New York, you will find London and Los Angeles, and you will circle all the way back (or should I say forward) to Reston, where I am today. Some have left more joyful impressions, pleasant places I can go to remember. Others, or really only one, still aches my heart. And you can probably guess which one I’m talking about. I thought the nausea would disintegrate over time, but to this day, I am still left with a twinge in my gut when I remember. The one thing I can say when asked how I liked it on the sunny west coast, “Well, it has really good weather.”
If you are reading this, I’m curious if you have certain places that serve as shining lights in your life’s journey. Where are they? How did you grow? Where was your favorite space in them? What impression did they leave on your heart? It can be very helpful to think of our homes this way. When we become aware of how it is we’d like to grow, we can take conscious and deliberate action towards this vision. This is what it means to activate our space. Turn it on. It’s like flipping a switch. Our awareness is there, present in every nook, every cranny.