On a cold February evening, I was laying on my couch and felt the crisp breeze gently brush my hair. In the dim light of my livingroom I realized that I was alone, relaxed. In this silence, I reaped the benefits of having a home to call my own; an oasis in the heart of the city.
I didn't plaster a wall or caulk the bathroom tiles. Instead I moved into a new space and set up my new home, piece by piece. With the help of some incredible friends, my fantastic 1930's boutique apartment at Yonge & Bloor took shape.
All city folk have a place they call home. It might be their local Starbucks, their favourite pub, or somewhere else they feel welcomed and "at home". For some, this place is where they do their best thinking.
We all need a place to call home. We all need a place for our ideas to peculate and take form. In our home, we feel inspired. It's likely the one place we feel that we can truly be ourselves.
I recently saw a replica of Leonardo Da Vinci's studio when I attended the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit at the Ontario Science Centre. His studio/ atelier/ home- whatever you want to call it- is the place where did his best work.
Maybe we can't always have a large studio like Da Vinci to make revolutionary works of art and engineering. We can, however, create a space that will foster and encourage our aspirations and ambitions. This place is what we call home.
Whether we share our home with others or live in it alone; whether we live in a quaint bachelor suite, a rustic loft, or a Forest Hill mansion, home is where we build it. I built my home with love- you can too.
Though home can at times seem like a lonely place, I remind myself that being alone in a fabulous classic apartment is a luxury that is all too often overlooked.
Where ever you build your home, whether in Vinci/ Italy, or another city, build it with a solid foundation that will not only keep you secure, but will ignite a fire under your passions and allow you to strive toward your dreams.
