Have you ever tried to put words to love? For me, it always leads back to home — not a house, not four walls, but that feeling of deep familiarity, where something or someone slips effortlessly into place. It’s the way I feel with my daughter, my siblings, my closest friends. That sense of belonging.

It struck me recently, thinking of a past love, and when I asked myself what it was like to be with them, the answer came like a quiet truth: it felt like home. No matter where we were. Safe, warm, sometimes uncomfortable, but always a place I could return to.

Maybe it’s that simple. Love is home. And perhaps the real goal is to build a neighbourhood.


— Sincerely, Boris