@Mee, but them improvised spontaneous murals make the best art! And things that don't look like belonging to that scenery / backround is wrong & the forefront TOO make for the best photos.
All that to say, Go Mee Go. :tup:
@Rani G I know grief sinks everything so hard, and feels solid anchors like home just aren't there & never will be... It's a feeling.
You have a job someone needs you at every day, likely a favorite place to cook for / at / shop at / frequent, places you do groceries and greet the cashier every time, places to sit at when you feel lonely, corners you just haaate because the traffic there / scent of them / air in them / who else goes there / who looks like they like it are just aaawful. You got people you smile at, and people that couldn't get your smile even if they brought you the sun and all the stars. You got pets roaming about that guide well, brighten the day, or watch out for you. You got *you*.
Home and belonging is a feeling, where it feels odd may as well be home too... and that doesn’t cancel the belonging.
Just that it's a home you weren't born and raised at, and hate now. But still a home.
Other route to that...
So what brings yourhome to that home? ;)
I got shitton African masks & memorabilia in mine, and a million of baseball caps that I just wouldn't even wear because I don't even *like* baseball, things like that. Doesn't matter it's stereotypical and I'm all C'mon that's lame about, when anyone else does it. It's pieces of homes with me. Mine. Doesn't matter where.
Same works even when backpacking. Shoe laces reminding me of big bro come with me. He does, too. Doesn't matter how long he's been gone. It's heart spaces not left & kept that do the trick.