Home is where the feelings are

It occured to me last night as our daughter, who is calm and quiet outside of our house wailed and screamed and yelled and kicked that she does it at home because she feels safe here.

An email from a friend who is keeping a happy face to cover a breaking heart admits to bawling her eyes out at home for days at a time.

Home is the only place I yell. I wouldn’t dare to yell on the street. And I feel guilty that it is my nearest and dearest who see the majority of my negativity and intense emotions.

I find myself almost running for cover at times, trying to hold it together until I get home, until I can let go, collapse the social face and just be as I need to be.

And I got a sense of all of us, all around the world, discharging our depth and breadth of human emotions within our homes – making love, yelling, crying, celebrating small and big triumphs, mourning, freaking out, worrying. All the human stuff that human society has no stomach for and that the world of work and socialising has no time for. All the sides of us that go on unseen, that we have to watch in the movies, or have friends confide in us their own experiences, to know that we are not alone. If you based your knowledge of what it means to be human on what you see with your own eyes away from TV, then sex would not exists. Nor would hysterical crying. Orgasms and anxiety attacks also would not exist. Life is bland stream of bored, polite, fake smiling faces when seen in public. Home is where the richness is, home is where the heart is free to feel.

And it occured to me that we are sold an idea of home, as a place that looks good, or that provides a place to eat and sleep. But far more, home provides us with a safe space to be fully human, to feel, to learn to express these feelings. That the walls of our homes are charged with this human emotion, layer upon layer of our unseeable selves lies invisibly on top of the wallpaper or paint. This repository of ourselves within a space is what makes us so deeply attached to our spaces, which makes them so much more than mere bricks and mortar, or canny investments.

  1. Motherfunker
    Motherfunker09-07-2011

    Yes! This absolutely resonates with me. Thanks for actually putting these feelings into words. I am a typical taurean home-maker, love being at home, love nest-making and enjoying! And it definitely is a safe place to really be yourself absolutely.

  2. melissa
    melissa09-08-2011

    Ah, how fitting that I would read this on a night when my husband has repeated the phrases, “Someone is a little grumpy,” and “Well someone looks tense,” at least three or four times each. I have this perfect image of our home, and I love trying to make it more beautiful and cozy all the time, but it really is the only safe space for many of our feelings – however healthy that is – and as such simply cannot and will not always be calm and relaxing.

  3. Dreamingaloudnet
    Dreamingaloudnet09-08-2011

    glad to be of service ladies x

  4. Karien
    Karien09-09-2011

    and you did it again… touch me, I mean, and write exactly what I think…

  5. freeyourparenting.com
    freeyourparenting.com09-11-2011

    So glad to find your blog! And this is a really helpful post for me. I’ve linked to it from my weekly links post today: http://freeyourparenting.com/2011/09/11/sharing-sunday-8/

    Clare

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