From A 'House' to A 'Home'

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From A 'House' to A 'Home': Creating My Space, My Way

There’s something incredibly powerful about starting fresh—not from rock bottom, but from a place of clarity. I didn’t “lose” a home in my divorce. I let go of a house that no longer felt like one.

I never imagined I’d be starting over like this. Not after 20 years of building a life, a home, a family. Divorce wasn't part of the plan—but then again, life doesn’t always ask us before it turns everything upside down.

For years, I lived in a space that checked all the boxes on paper. But inside, it felt off. It was filled with the weight of expectations, routines that didn’t nourish me, and walls that quietly echoed a version of life I had outgrown. The truth is, I had been living in a house, not a home.

Fast forward to today, and things look a whole lot different.

I’ve created a space that’s completely mine. It’s not about square footage or decor perfection. It’s about warmth, energy, and peace. It's about throwing open the windows and letting my life breathe freely inside. It’s about fresh flowers on the table for no reason, candles that smell like comfort, and a kitchen that feels like the heart of something real.

Every other week, my kids are here. And when they walk through the door, we settle into our rhythm—our chaos, our love, our laughter. We’ve built new traditions in this new chapter. It’s not about “starting over” anymore. It’s about continuing on a path that finally feels aligned.

I used to feel like I had to apologize for how life changed. Now, I celebrate it.

This space—this home—wasn’t born out of heartbreak. It was born out of growth. Out of knowing what I don’t want and finally being honest about what I do. It’s filled with my energy, my choices, and my joy. It reflects who I’ve become and honors who I’m still becoming.

To any single mama walking through her own transition, I want you to know this: your home doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s to be beautiful. It just has to feel like you. Make it messy. Make it magical. Make it yours.

Because the moment I stopped chasing the old dream and started living my truth—that’s when I finally came home.

With all my Love

Chandravati

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