Like a Hermit in My Own Head
That "welcome home" is for me. Not you. You're welcome to feel welcome. But the new home is mine - I'm finally moving into it - and you're not welcome there. Get your own. I feel like I've lived my whole life in someone else's home. There was my parent's home, then rentals that were owned by landlords. Even when my wife and I bought a house, it was still the bank that held the deed. But even more significant than the literal ownership of the building I lived in was the energetic ownership. And the energetic ownership of the buildings I lived in was mirrored by the ownership of the life I lived in - and sadly, it wasn't mine. I grew up believing that I should not belong to myself. Other people were always more important. My own desires were to be ignored. Finding a romantic relationship was the pinnacle of existence. If I couldn't find someone to want me for forever, my existence was not justified. It was a desperate situation. So all of my goal...