Home ♥

Friday

I walk in the sound of my mother calling my name, my father following behind me having brought me from the bus. I drop my bags and automatically breathe a sigh of relief…home , finally !

It’s the little things for me that make me feel relaxed again, makes me feel back to normal in my cozy little house. The sight of my room exactly the way I left it last week, my photos , my books and bits and bobs that together give a picture of who I am.

The smell of vanilla candle burning in the bathroom and the delicious aroma of milk and honey hand-wash that lingers long after I have left the room.

I have quite a few quirks, one being that I love to come home and put on a big hoodie or cardigan and relax, this is not the most attractive sight, but my word is it comfy . Comfort is vital – the little things go a long way. I kneel at the edge of my bed, saying my prayers before I go to sleep, a thing I do at college…but the prayer always seems to much more in tune when I am at home, maybe I feel more focused , closer to God. When I am here my heart is in it that little bit extra when I am at the edge of my own bed.There is nothing like crawling into your OWN bed after leaving it for a week…. it excites me…sad as it might sound, but it really does. I pull the covers almost all the way up, until only my eyes are uncovered and I look up to the winnie the pooh lamp shade that is hanging from my roof. I am an 18 year old child.

Saturday

I love Autumn . I love the fresh crisp feeling of October air, the leaves falling from the trees daintily and gracefully and landing on the cold ground .  I love getting to wear big cardigans and boots and scarves and hats . I love how when my breath escapes of lips outside, the cold air reacts to the warmth of my breath and for a moment makes my air visible, I’m sure there is some scientific term for this, but for me this is cool and beautiful . It takes my breath away….

Another perk about coming home from college is seeing my niece, getting a big bear hug from her as she runs through out front door into my arms. I am now no longer aunty Aoife , or Aoife but I have gradually become Eef – cute.

Visiting my nana is one of my favourite parts of being home also. Her house at this time of year constantly smells of baking – Christmas cakes and Christmas pudding , the combined smell of cinnamon , mixed spices, almonds and whatever else she puts into the mixture . Sitting down with my nana drinking tea as she asks me how my week was, is what makes my week. No one makes tea like my nana. Truth be told one of the things I miss the most about home is seeing my nana every day, but it makes the times I do see her all the more special, sitting in her kitchen drinking tea , eating chocolate cake and talking to her , my dad and my aunties is so special and so worthwhile.

So I sit here, in my pjs, fluffy socks, a big cardigan and a cup of tea , embracing everything that is autumn and home. Sitting on my window sill gazing out at the night sky , the stars twinkle above me something I can’t see in the city , something that makes me feel at home.  The lights of my town radiate an orangey glow in the distance, far enough away as to not interfere with my stars .

All of this is what makes me remember that Home really is where my heart is. 

Aoife Marie Elizabeth ♪