I’ve just come home from a 5 month backpacking adventure and the thing that struck me the most was how nice the familiarity of home is. It occurred to me as I walked into the bathroom to have a shower, how my hand closed the door behind my back, how I reached for the light switch without looking, the opening of the shower and turning on the tap without a single conscious thought. Then I just stood there, marveling at the subconscious memory.
The familiarity of home is wonderful. Waking up each day to the same view, walking out into the garden to take in the smell of flowers and fresh air. The cheerful greeting of the postman, and the click of the radio switching on. The hiss of the kettle, aroma of coffee and the laugh of your wife. All these things are taken for granted, which is to be expected as they happen everyday.
Yet what we can do is create more of these events. For instance, the view outside my bedroom is of green fields which sometimes have sheep in. The vast majority of bedroom views are of other buildings, concrete, roads and traffic. By making an effort to beautify your view, you can further the enjoyment of familiarity at home. Or maintain your house so that it’s clean and tidy. This way you wake up each day with a smile instead of frustration at the dirt and grime. Have a good lifestyle, one that you’re content in. The awkward fold of a broadsheet newspaper, the crease in a paperback, the mug ring in the TV guide – they’re all small things that mark out such a human way of life.
Many complain of Jetlag, although I’ve never seen why. Last night I went to bed at one thirty in the morning and woke up at five (already past sunrise) feeling fantastic. Why not make the most of it, I thought. A quick run through the village with the crisp air later, I got in my car and raced through the country lanes where traffic is non-existent. It’s not everyday you see the sunlight beaming through the trees, dancing shadows on the tarmac. Your hands grace back and forth through the gears, left foot pushing and releasing the clutch as the gas roars in the engine – all subconsciously.
Familiarity is excellent, but only beautiful if you make it so.
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