The home part

When we began sharing  our thoughts and ideas as to what we wanted Home of Passion to be, a lot of people were a bit confused about the ’home’ part. For us, it was a no-brainer. We have both experienced first hand how our home and surroundings has  impacted our mental health and overall well being. I follow several interior design pages on Instagram, and many of them also dealt with mental health issues. This proved  I was not alone in this discovery of how the two are connected. We decided we wanted to explore this concept, among many others, as well as having a place to share our struggles and our passions. I wrote this piece as I wanted people to know the story behind why we (Camilla and Laura) have both come to find a love for home interior.

New times

I was at one of my lowest points within my depression when my boyfriend and I decided to move in together. I was living partly at  my mom’s house and partly at my boyfriend’s apartment. My mom was living with her boyfriend, two of his sons, and my brother and I. My boyfriend was living with his twin brother, his girlfriend and one more roomie. All in all, a lot of people that caused a lot of noise. Something which I definitely did not need in a time when I was trying to recover. At this time, I had yet to be  diagnosed, but I knew something wasn’t right within me – I just didn’t feel right. 

However, I found some peace in looking for an apartment. Hence, looking forward to finally just being the two of us in our new cozy home. I have always been somewhat of a collector, saving small souvenirs from holidays or McDonald trips from when I was a child. Placing them in my room as a reminder of different times and experiences in my life. I have also loved redoing my room for as long as I can remember. I was six years old the first time I got my own room and had a say in what was put in it. It was tiny, but it was mine and it made me feel safe and loved. I truly believe you can feel loved by a room, because all the items and collective pieces you put in it, are a part of you. You’ve chosen them, collected them, saved them, and loved them, and suddenly the room becomes an expression of you. This means your room is you, and all these small items, or big furniture  tell stories about your life. They all come with a memory and the comfort of always being reminded and feeling the love from those past events and versions of you. So of course, when we finally found the right apartment, I quickly started to collect everything I was going to put in it. However, I promised myself I would only buy items which would make me feel good and bring a smile to my face. We quickly filled up our new apartment with both new and vintage furniture together with all the collectibles I saved as a child.

The one passion which never left me

Our new home, which was coming along nicely, also gave me an opportunity to play with my creativity. Nonetheless, my depression seemed to worsen when  I started school, and I experienced more and more mornings where leaving my bed wasn’t an option. I was in full on survival mode, forcing myself to eat and complete simple tasks like brushing my teeth. It all felt too overwhelming, and in my mind the rest of the world was on fire. However, my home, this new apartment of ours kept me safe. It loved me and kept reminding me of all the things and people I had to live for every day. It didn’t judge me, even though I had been snuggled  up on the couch for ten hours straight, and still wasn’t planning on leaving it. It seemed to be the one place where anxiety didn’t have to take over; it allowed me to breath and even cry when I needed to. A part of me felt as if it was the closest I would get to crawl back into the safety of my mother’s womb. My home was always there for me and in every kind of situation; when we had friends over for board game nights, or when I took up my passions for creating art once again. All this leading me to slowly feel better. It took our dog Luna in when we got her, and without question, our home became hers as well. 

My home became the one passion, which never left me. Placing candles and fresh flowers, trying to keep my plants alive and drinking tea from a colorful cup was my way of practicing self-love. My home became a part of my journey to heal. As I got better, I still loved it, and I still enjoyed moving around the items in my bookcase and bringing home new souvenirs from holidays to be displayed around my beautiful home.

My home tells a story

Anyone who has visited my home have all explained how it allowed them to feel at home and at peace from the moment they entered. Most of them proclaimed how my home was a true expression of me, which made me understand just how big of a role in building this home had played in my overall healing process. It reminded me of who I was on those days I woke up and had forgotten. To me that is why a home is so important, it is why I believe a home is so much more than just fancy furniture. It is the reason I’ve fallen in love with interior and the sentimental meaning it can have. It has become, and probably always was one of my greatest passions. It is also why I think mental health and home interior go together so well.

They say that home is where the heart is, and I agree. I have moved a lot – as of speaking, I just moved to Spain for a while, and every place I stay I spend some time and money on making sure my environment, the place I am in, feels as an extension of me. A place I can go for inspiration, and to be reminded of who I am. By placing small things, I feel connected to and inspired by, I ensure always feeling at home wherever I am. To me that is why home interior is so magical, and it is the inspiration and what we want to share on Home of Passion. 

Our Home is Your Home

We also want Home of Passion to be the online home you can go to when you are feeling lonely, overwhelmed or just in the need for some inspiration. We have spent a lot of time on the design and layout, simply because we wish for it to work the same way as each of our home does. It will of course continue to be a work in progress and grow with us – and hopefully you will do the same. We truly hope that over time you will come to find this as your safe zone, the place where you feel loved and accepted. Because you most definitely are.

Welcome home.

The home part

When we began sharing  our thoughts and ideas as to what we wanted Home of Passion to be, a lot of people were a bit confused about the ’home’ part. For us, it was a no-brainer. We have both experienced first hand how our home and surroundings has  impacted our mental health and overall well being. I follow several interior design pages on Instagram, and many of them also dealt with mental health issues. This proved  I was not alone in this discovery of how the two are connected. We decided we wanted to explore this concept, among many others, as well as having a place to share our struggles and our passions. I wrote this piece as I wanted people to know the story behind why we (Camilla and Laura) have both come to find a love for home interior.

New times

I was at one of my lowest points within my depression when my boyfriend and I decided to move in together. I was living partly at  my mom’s house and partly at my boyfriend’s apartment. My mom was living with her boyfriend, two of his sons, and my brother and I. My boyfriend was living with his twin brother, his girlfriend and one more roomie. All in all, a lot of people that caused a lot of noise. Something which I definitely did not need in a time when I was trying to recover. At this time, I had yet to be  diagnosed, but I knew something wasn’t right within me – I just didn’t feel right. 

However, I found some peace in looking for an apartment. Hence, looking forward to finally just being the two of us in our new cozy home. I have always been somewhat of a collector, saving small souvenirs from holidays or McDonald trips from when I was a child. Placing them in my room as a reminder of different times and experiences in my life. I have also loved redoing my room for as long as I can remember. I was six years old the first time I got my own room and had a say in what was put in it. It was tiny, but it was mine and it made me feel safe and loved. I truly believe you can feel loved by a room, because all the items and collective pieces you put in it, are a part of you. You’ve chosen them, collected them, saved them, and loved them, and suddenly the room becomes an expression of you. This means your room is you, and all these small items, or big furniture  tell stories about your life. They all come with a memory and the comfort of always being reminded and feeling the love from those past events and versions of you. So of course, when we finally found the right apartment, I quickly started to collect everything I was going to put in it. However, I promised myself I would only buy items which would make me feel good and bring a smile to my face. We quickly filled up our new apartment with both new and vintage furniture together with all the collectibles I saved as a child.

The one passion which never left me

Our new home, which was coming along nicely, also gave me an opportunity to play with my creativity. Nonetheless, my depression seemed to worsen when  I started school, and I experienced more and more mornings where leaving my bed wasn’t an option. I was in full on survival mode, forcing myself to eat and complete simple tasks like brushing my teeth. It all felt too overwhelming, and in my mind the rest of the world was on fire. However, my home, this new apartment of ours kept me safe. It loved me and kept reminding me of all the things and people I had to live for every day. It didn’t judge me, even though I had been snuggled  up on the couch for ten hours straight, and still wasn’t planning on leaving it. It seemed to be the one place where anxiety didn’t have to take over; it allowed me to breath and even cry when I needed to. A part of me felt as if it was the closest I would get to crawl back into the safety of my mother’s womb. My home was always there for me and in every kind of situation; when we had friends over for board game nights, or when I took up my passions for creating art once again. All this leading me to slowly feel better. It took our dog Luna in when we got her, and without question, our home became hers as well. 

My home became the one passion, which never left me. Placing candles and fresh flowers, trying to keep my plants alive and drinking tea from a colorful cup was my way of practicing self-love. My home became a part of my journey to heal. As I got better, I still loved it, and I still enjoyed moving around the items in my bookcase and bringing home new souvenirs from holidays to be displayed around my beautiful home.

My home tells a story

Anyone who has visited my home have all explained how it allowed them to feel at home and at peace from the moment they entered. Most of them proclaimed how my home was a true expression of me, which made me understand just how big of a role in building this home had played in my overall healing process. It reminded me of who I was on those days I woke up and had forgotten. To me that is why a home is so important, it is why I believe a home is so much more than just fancy furniture. It is the reason I’ve fallen in love with interior and the sentimental meaning it can have. It has become, and probably always was one of my greatest passions. It is also why I think mental health and home interior go together so well.

They say that home is where the heart is, and I agree. I have moved a lot – as of speaking, I just moved to Spain for a while, and every place I stay I spend some time and money on making sure my environment, the place I am in, feels as an extension of me. A place I can go for inspiration, and to be reminded of who I am. By placing small things, I feel connected to and inspired by, I ensure always feeling at home wherever I am. To me that is why home interior is so magical, and it is the inspiration and what we want to share on Home of Passion. 

Our Home is Your Home

We also want Home of Passion to be the online home you can go to when you are feeling lonely, overwhelmed or just in the need for some inspiration. We have spent a lot of time on the design and layout, simply because we wish for it to work the same way as each of our home does. It will of course continue to be a work in progress and grow with us – and hopefully you will do the same. We truly hope that over time you will come to find this as your safe zone, the place where you feel loved and accepted. Because you most definitely are.

Welcome home.