By Eve Bell

I held it together (only just) on Monday as I left my son at the airport. His first trip away from home. I heard and felt that familiar ache of homesickness when I received his first call home. And in all the messages after that.

We’ve all felt it. That yearning feeling to be at home.

I’m slightly obsessed with understanding things. I have a backlog of courses I haven’t started. I decided to do the one about Feng Shui this week as I was feeling all the feelings of home. And it changed how I see our living spaces.

Home isn’t just walls and windows. It’s the energy that flows inside your four walls. It can help change the way a room makes you feel when you walk in. It’s in the corner where sunlight arrives in the morning. And the way your favourite chair remembers you.

We create home in small moments. In the deliberate placing of things that bring joy. In clearing out things that let energy move more freely. Creating space not overwhelm.

Sometimes it takes stepping away to understand what home means. It’s not a place, it is a creation. A feeling we carry with us.

Maybe that’s why homesickness hits so hard. We’re not just missing a place. We’re missing the energy we’ve carefully created. The threads of comfort we’ve woven through our daily lives.

I’ve learnt that Feng Shui isn’t just about furniture placement and flow. The energy of our home has felt different this week. Quieter. Off-balance. One person missing changes everything.

No amount of crystal placement or decluttering can fill the space of a missing heartbeat in your home. Because in the end, it’s not about the things at all. It’s about the people who fill our spaces with life. With laughter. With love.

The real meaning of home is not the place or the things inside. It’s the energy created by connection. By belonging. By the people who make your heart feel full.

One more day until our home’s energy finds its rhythm chaos again. I can’t wait.