This is the Page called home.
Normally that would bring you to that place of home on the website.
However I find it difficult to understand what the homepage is in general.
When I started the Home Page it contained my stories.
But those are stories and not Home. Or better to say the homepage.
I have looked on other blogs, both love related or not.
And these homepages confused me.
An overwhelm of information and almost no time to look at what I really needed to see.
I was explained that websites, better to say homepages, were built in a way for the spectator to see what was best to see for them.
For not love related sites, that was mostly something to buy.
In big letters or in full color.
Sometimes screaming for attention.
Sometimes very obvious.
I didn’t know about this world of homepages.
But perhaps it was clear to you?
However with that information I made this homepage.
Not the first tab on this bar, but the last.
Although home is a place you can always return and it apparently gives clarity on what the start is.
But I don’t know what home is in real life.
So, this homepage.
Is just an explanation of why I called this page Home.
And therefor it is the end and not the beginning.
The stories are the most important to read.
And that’s why they are at the beginning of this website.
Perhaps to be sold and with a discount, who knows.
Maybe screaming for attention and maybe that is obvious too.
But what is most important, that I have come to a place in my life, where I am looking for what a home truly means.
However the stories feel like they are.
They are a part of me that I can always return to.
Where I don’t have to be anyone.
Where I cry and sometimes laugh, where I understand and sometimes don’t.
Where I wonder and where I am amazed by all that is happening.
But most of all it is that I feel loved.
Even when sometimes I even don’t know what that means.
And with saying that.
I think that is what a home is all about.