If to build a house, and let it go, is to be a metaphor for the change I have created in my life, I would say that I have carefully built myself to be something I am not, over several years, and suddenly, I have let that person go, quite quickly. What now, is my home? Who am I, to house myself? Too oft I forget I already know the answer - I am enough for myself, something I was taught against my whole life. This paradigm shift has been quite startling, and quite freeing, to learn.
I'm rebuilding, tearing out the murky thoughts that harbour my fears and insecurities. I'm making a clearing, to settle my mind. Mental landscaping, cultivating truth, beauty, and freedom, as I weed out all doubt. Inner architecture, reframing my mind. All that's left is what's real, and what's really me.
This. This is a home worth living in. I shall stay here, for the rest of my days.