They say home is where the heart is, but where’s your heart?
In all my writing I’m fascinated about the connection between home, family and love. We are formed both by the people we love and the places we come from and I’d love to here more about you. The home and family you came from. The home and family you’ve made in your life. The home and family you may still be searching for.
I’m a Cancerian, and that means home is important to me. So it’s probably not surprising that creating homes became such a deeply rewarding job for many years of my life. I love how colour, textiles, pictures, ornaments, books, furniture and space combine in such myriad ways to reflect the personality of a home.
But, despite the many homes I’ve both lived in and created, the concept of home for me always finds its most complete expression beside the sea. I think for some people the sea is a home all of its own. My father was a sailor and most of our childhood holidays were spent on a boat. A boat is a magical home of safety in the shifting horizon of ocean. It feels precise, snug, streamlined down to the essentials and, compared to the vastness you float across, essential to your survival.
In my life I’ve moved from growing up in the city to living in the countryside. Seeking out nature has always been part of my personality and yet despite that I have never been a gardener. I like to immerse myself in the wild outdoors and then go home and shut a snug door on the vastness.
My ideal home would be a small place, preferably all on the ground floor, for I love ground floor living (I was a big fan of Bag End in the Hobbit for this very practical reason). A kitchen, a cosy sitting room with a wood fire, a bedroom and a bathroom. I’m a very solitary person so preferably no spare bedrooms for visitors! I prefer to go and visit the people I love on their territory. Most of all it would have a verandah that looked out over the wide ocean, just far enough away so that I could only just hear the sea, as I’m annoyingly sound sensitive. To add to my oddities I would want it to be close enough to a marina that I could just occasionally hear the twang of halyards against the masts of moored boats, a sound that means ‘I’m home’ in every possible way. Most of the walls would be filled with books, of course! And there are about three pictures I could not part with. I love textiles so there would be plenty of soft curtains, rugs and blankets and a deep plush sofa to curl up in and read.
Do you remember a place, a house, a family member. Do you identify with a relative from your childhood who formed the person you are? What do you love most about your own home? What do you long for? Do you live in the country you most feel at home in? Or do you miss both a home and a country and a family?
I’d really like to hear from you about what home and family means to you. So if you follow me on social media or by newsletter, spend a few minutes sharing your story with me. My readers are my greatest inspiration and you may end up inspiring a character for me. Because this is such a huge part of my writing I’m going to encourage you all to share by creating an end of year giveaway for those people who read and respond to this email. If you are a subscriber, if you email me your thoughts about home, and if you tag someone on your IG account to follow this giveaway, then you will be entered in the giveaway draw. It’s that simple! You’ll find details of the prizes on my IG account @mariannerosen.writer and if you’re not on IG then I’ll keep my subscribers updated over the next month. Draw ends on 28th December 2019.
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