15/06/2026
What is home?
Is it the cliched “where the heart belongs”?
Is it a carefully curated space that combines a mix of Pinterest-inspired finds and local market finds that have finally made their way off your mood board?
Is it the eviction of gaudy toys that defied every colour scheme, banished to a part of the house only the kids are allowed to play in? Is it the relentless discarding of items that no longer spark joy?
Not that the kids’ random whatchamacallits don’t spark joy for me… because somehow they’ve slowly snuck their way back onto the main display shelf in the living room.
Or is home a mystical place that mysteriously expands in ways you never imagined possible, making room for all the love you never thought it could accommodate. Much like your heart did when your family (and perhaps even your sense of self) grew, both physically and metaphorically?
Is it the place where you take occasional sips of home-brewed coffee from your recently purchased espresso machine, and steal the occasional breath as a refuge from the manic grind called life?
Is it where you find random pops of colour springing in your garden after a long rain spell? And take the opportunity to pause and breathe a little more?
Swipe left to see how our “home” has evolved since its transformation almost two years ago now.
I was originally going to include snippets of our travels and our interstate / overseas family homes because they quite rightly fit the bill of “home” too. But there’s way too many of them… I’ve decided to save that for another day.
