Home-made

The place that is synonymous to childhood to you.
The space you never knew you would leave.
Houses are such an important part of who we were at that time. First homes particularly. To you, it was not a house built by bricks and beams, but a home where you built your love and dreams. It is where you started from.
You had your corners that you loved in the house.
Balconies of which, you still remember the view.
Doors that, would have changed many colours now.
The mess you made as a child was okay, because you were making memories more importantly.
And sometimes only a wall listened to your silent cry.
Yet, it was not a place but a feeling.
It was 'Your' home- whether legally true or false. You knew secret places where you would never be caught during hide and seek, or the predictive behaviour of your the then neighbours. You played and played and played, till the four walls resonated your laughter and the ceiling looked down to your mischief. There are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.
The relationship between a man and space I believe, is none other than dwelling of a kind that is strictly thought and spoken. Dwelling, whether poorly or well, is an imprint in your head; an irrevocable condition.
Maybe you cannot go back home, but the truth is you can never leave home. Your feet may have left but your heart will always be, so it's all right. Looking ahead, we will also hopefully find home in a person and that may be our only solace to longing for that place.