home is where the homies are

sometimes, we feel our homes should be bigger, more aesthetic, more centrally located. i know sometimes i wish my room was a little bigger, or that we had another bathroom. or i feel the need to obsess over some latest home improvement project.

yet, while i do want these things, i don’t think these are the most important things that constitute a home.

home for me is where the homies are.

like, what makes my home rich are the roomies, not the rooms.

i used to live alone, and i get the hype, but for me, a home is most awesome because of the people and memories more than anything else.

i’m trying to remember this as an antidote to being pulled to keep up with the Joneses.

maybe my priorities will change one day, but for this stage of life, this is lovely 💕