Home to me is where I feel most comfortable. Most accepted. Most myself. Where I feel like everybody accepts me for who I am. My quirks, my wrinkles, my good side and my bad side. That’s home to me.
I think we discount a lot of times how important it is to feel
safe and comfortable at home. When I come home at night I just feel good because [I am] finally home. And everybody should feel that way. I think it’s very important. It’s critical; it’s your wellbeing.
I have my grandma’s china, I have all her old quilts and I have my mother’s silverware. There are little touchstones everywhere that remind you of your family.
I used to be really intimidated by dinner parties. Then I realised anybody coming to my house loves me anyway. Now I put less emphasis on perfection and more on joy and happiness.