There was a time, I could have said I have no home – my parents own one and that’s a place I would be welcome always. I live is a cozy room with one of the sweetest soul I know and that’s a place I forever want to return each day – to the same bed , books , that make shift kitchen , those welcome smiles of my friend and our shared space. I feel grounded when am in there – just myself. The honest , open and enlightened. But love has gone some where else. There is a place I have started feeling homely even when I have never been there. A small bed facing the tv , a computer and book rack nearby , a huge window that opens to a view of a lovely tree that’s home to many birds. pets running around the bed in circles , trying to reach me as smell of tea and fresh cookies fill the air. That’s a home I dream of. That’s the home I want. To paint the walls with our smiles and to fill it with colors of our togetherness. Where each season is welcomed alike and celebrated with music and words.
That’s a home I want for myself.
That’s a heaven I will make my own.
Some day , I hope.
Grounded doesn’t sound like punishment when you describe it so. Happiness is often found in simple pleasures.
i take grounded as to finding your stand.
A home of the past..present and future..those are the sort of thoughts that make life feel right..and warm..and homely..
There is a warm feeling about your home to be…may it come to you soon.
thanks :0 much needed these wishes ..
love your lovely dream of a home that will hopefully one day become realized!
<3 thank you !!
I’m sure you’ll find it! But it may not be exactly as you pictured it. I now live in my ideal home but its not the one I imagined in my youth.
Those would be beautiful walls in your home!