Feeling At Home


"Don't force yourself to fit where you don't belong."

Sometimes I feel lost. I feel like I don't fit in.

Where I live, I find that you're either 'in' or you're 'out'. Even once you've left High School, gotten married, had a couple of kids, it still seems to be the case. And, to be honest with you, I don't want to live in a world like that. I don't like living in a world like that.

Don't get me wrong, my home is my home. I will always come back here and feel nostalgic and be reminded of different memories, but I don't think I 'feel' at home here. I don't feel free and comfortable and able to express myself as much as I should do.

I don't feel like this is somewhere that I belong.

However, let's take Manchester for example.

This wonderful city just has the ability to do something to me.

This city puts me at ease - I feel like I can finally be myself here.

I feel like I can strut through the streets in my stripey trousers, wear my bold red lips and shoot photos and stand posing in the rain. I feel free to dance about in the street without people looking at me like I'm a maniac, and I feel like I'm free to smile at strangers and them respond nicer than people who recognize me from our 5 long High School years together, but yet still choose to blank me like they've never seen me before in my life.

I feel at home in Manchester. Even though it isn't my home at all.

You see, sometimes home isn't actually your house or your bedroom, or even the place you grew up, but it's the place you first felt able to scream 'I'm Holly White and I'm not afraid to say it!!' at the top of your lungs, or the place you first felt able to wear your wackiest outfit or simply just the place you and your friends hang out the most. Home can be anywhere that you feel it is.


That's something I've come to realise. I can feel 'at home' when I'm not actually 'at home'.

I can be 'at home' in a fashion, or in a certain coffee shop. I can be 'at home' in a haircut or a lip colour. I can be 'at home' with a person, or by hearing a familiar sentence.

Home is literally where your heart is.

Home is literally where your heart is warm and fuzzy, where you feel relaxed and happy. And, well, if that's not your 'actual' home, then that's totally okay.


  1. Hi Holly,
    This is so beautiful. I mean yes, the photography for sure, your poses and I like how you hold your head. Definitely some good stuff to learn from! But more so, I like how you look at what a home is. I know what you mean that a seemingly random city can feel like home. I don't know but to me home is when I'm truest to myself, where I can take shelter from the storm. And that can include a whole lot of things. I feel like home in books these days, far away in stories.
    Happy Thursday from London,
    x finja ~ www.effcaa.com

    1. Hi Finja,

      Thank you so much for the lovely comment! That's exactly what home is and books are such a lovely thing to feel at home in!


  2. Home is definitely where your heart is - I totally agree with you. We are hoping to move back to where I grew up at some point because it completely feels like home x

    Jenny | LuxeStyle

    1. That sounds perfect! Home is where your heart is, for sure! xxx

  3. Such a well written and thoughtful post. I share similar ideas about where 'home' resides and it not necessarily being a place but rather a person, a thing etc. I'm also happy to hear you've found your special place too.

    Natasha | @ofthesaintsUK

  4. I agree, home really is where the heart is. I bloody love Manchester but I guess I'm somewhat bias as I'm from here but it's definitely a very welcoming city. Even friends of mine who aren't originally from Manchester have quite easily adopted it as their home and I even forget that they aren't originally from Manchester either. Also, I love these shots and you look gorgeous as always!

    Samio xxx

    1. Manchester is the best, honestly! And, thank you so much Samio! xxx


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