My Home is my Castle
Some years ago, I had a visit from a friend who proceeded to criticise my home, and said that she would come out and tidy it up for me, later on. A lot did need doing, and as it was I had started to do some spring cleaning which she was not aware of.
I had also been helping a friend to move to another home.
She had only visited my place before I had moved in, and did not realise that I had put in a lot of work, tidying up the section, and getting rid of a lot of rubbish which I had to have carted away in a rubbish skip.
Needless to say I refused her offer of help as I had resented her attitude, and it took me some months to quietly let her know that she had offended me.
She had a nice home into which she put all her energy but she had little else in the way of interests not being a very social person. She had other issues in her life, she had done little about.
I may be busy as with other matters, and things might not be as they should be, but I hope people will take me, my house, garden and cats at face value. After all a home is a home regardless.
Not everyone has a spot in their home where they can put all their unfinished work, sewing, craft and art, they can just walk away and shut the door on it.
They may have standards in regard to their own homes, they may choose to have immaculate homes in which no speck of dust or dirt is allowed to enter.
My home may not come up to their expectations but so long as I can provide them with a clean cup of tea and my bathroom is clean and hygienic, could they have anything to complain about?
My home is my castle, regardless of whether it is a castle, manor house, cottage, mobile home or tent. It does not matter if I live in a palatial home or a hovel, that place is an extended part of me, it personifies who I am, what my interests are, and the energy field of my family and myself.
It is a haven to which I can retreat, where I can work on my hobbies, meditate, browse, read, play my music, share my experiences and my thoughts with my visitors, or just think.
To me it is my temple, a place that is unique to me. The visitors I have are welcome if they accept me and my home as they find it and they treat me, and my home with respect.
I believe that when you go to visit someone you go to see them for themselves, and not their surroundings. If their home is such that you would not have a cup of tea there, you do not go again, just make some obscure excuse and forget.
Voicing criticism is like a body blow to someone, as their home is part of their self esteem.