Going Home

Go big or go home.

Or, I suppose, go big and then, afterward, go home.

Either way, you should definitely eventually go home, and sooner or later you almost certainly will.

You paid a lot of money for the place, after all, and you continue paying property tax on it. You put a lot of thought and time and effort into getting the décor just right, that it would reflect you, the way you see yourself. And all for a place to hang your hat, a place where your heart is, a place to…

I don’t know, phone? I guess? A place to phone? Like if you’re hanging out with Elliott and things go late, maybe?

But I digress.

So, yes, go home. Not necessarily now, perhaps not even soon, but eventually, because you have in making that house a home created a sanctuary for yourself, and that sanctuary is of no purpose without you, it’s dweller, to take sanctuary within it, and in doing so to transform it from simply a space to a living, thriving thing with a real, meaningful purpose. Because the thing that makes a place into a home is, ultimately, you.

So go big, yes. But more importantly: Go home.

None of this is in any way relevant if you happen to be Thomas Wolfe, obviously. In that case the option to go home does not exist. Apparently…