What Home Feels Like
Finding your way back to what matters most
#46
These past couple of weeks have been such a heart-warming and soul-filling time.
My brother drove up from Houston for a two-night visit, and just being together again felt easy and familiar, like no time had passed. There was something about sitting together that reminded me how much of life lives in these simple moments we often move too quickly through. We also connected with one of Tim’s good friends from high school and his wife who are becoming family in this new chapter.
Then there was more time with my childhood friend along with a quick visit to see her parents, who back in the day I affectionately called Aunt and Uncle. We had lived just a few blocks from each other growing up, before I moved away at thirteen. And that same day, we drove by my childhood home together.
Seeing it again with her — sharing stories, remembering pieces of that time in our lives — felt both fun and unexpectedly meaningful. There was something about being there with someone who had lived that chapter alongside me that made it all feel more alive.
I didn’t expect it to affect me the way it did. It wasn’t dramatic but just a quiet wave of memory, of time, of all the versions of myself that have existed between then and now.
And underneath that, there was a deeper feeling. A sense of coming full circle.
Not in a way that felt like going backward, but more like life gently circling back, offering a new perspective on where it all began. Being there, I could feel both the distance I’ve traveled and the quiet pull of what’s unfolding next.
It made me realize that this season of looking for a home here in Texas isn’t random. There’s something deeper at play — a returning, an evolving, a continuation of a story that began long ago, but is now being written in a completely new way.
There has also been more time spent driving through different neighborhoods and communities, continuing to get a feel for what would most align with where we are now in life, what we would love in a community, and how we can continue to grow and expand our connections in a new place.
At one point, the idea of a 55+ community came up. I’ll be turning 55 next month, and on the one hand, we both thought: are we really there already? And on the other hand, there was something surprisingly appealing about it like a pool, gym, activities like bocce ball and poker, and built-in ways to meet people. A sense of community right outside your door.
It opened up a different way of looking at things.
The knowing that we can create any kind of life we would love — that we truly are the creators of our reality — allows us to imagine what would actually bring us joy and a sense of ease, not just what we think we should choose. Right now, the idea of “home” feels like a landing place. A place to exhale. A place to build from. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to feel aligned with where we are now. I’m starting to see that where we choose to live isn’t just about location. It’s about how supported we feel in the life we’re building.
Of course, with any sort of expansion, we are pressed to grow ourselves in order to become a match for the new vision.
We each have our own processes, and one of the main tools I use is to feel my inner resistance, which most often shows up in my belly, and then send it love. After so many years of doing this type of clearing, it has become much easier, and yet the edge of resistance is always there.
Transformation isn’t comfortable. But if we are truly aligned with how Spirit would want us to grow and evolve, we learn to trust that process. So I take a deep breath, bring the energy into my body, and sometimes I will send a colored Light as well to help shift it. A few times over the past couple of weeks, it’s been a beautiful purple called the Violet Flame of transmutation. It almost instantly softens the tension, and I can feel my energy begin to lift into a more relaxed and calm place.
Old stories — around money, worthiness, or what feels possible — begin to loosen and clear. And in that space, something opens.
The times we are living in are accelerating so much of this. Everything feels like it’s moving faster, asking more of us, inviting us into deeper levels of growth. It can feel intense at times, and yet each time we lean into it, life becomes more expansive, more joyful, more alive. And for me, that gives me more courage to continue moving toward what’s calling me forward — whether it’s finding the people that feel like home, or the place that supports the life we want to live in this next chapter.
Last weekend, we spent a day simply enjoying time together enjoying good food, a little exploring, laughter, sunshine, and those small moments that don’t look like much from the outside, but feel like everything when you’re in them. Nothing particularly monumental. Just a simple, joyful day. And in those moments, nothing needed to be different. It all just felt… right.
It reminded me that life isn’t only shaped by the big decisions or major transitions. It’s shaped by presence. By laughter. By choosing to enjoy where you are and who you’re with. What I’m continuing to build isn’t just a home — it’s a life that feels like one.
Home isn’t just a place we find. It’s something we create through connection, presence, through the way we choose to show up with the people around us. It’s something we feel in our bodies when we’re with the right people, in the right energy, at the right time.
So whether it’s finding the house that fits this next chapter, or simply deepening the relationships already here, I’m choosing to lean into that. To follow what feels like connection and to allow life to unfold in a way that feels both grounded and expansive.
Because in the end, it’s not just about where we land. It’s about how we live once we get there, and who we share it with.
To your highest and best,
Dianna
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