Where I wanted to go
Feb. 21st, 2008 02:35 pmHey . . . I think I'm finally figuring out how this Home stuff works. It's the Thing in you that let's out a contented sigh when you wake up, because you feel safe. It's the Thing that you get when you step inside your door and your shoulders just untie themselves a little bit, even if you did just wait and extra hour and a half in the cold and snow and sleet because you locked yourself out and you're hungry and tired and worried, but it doesn't matter because inside, it's okay. You're HOME. Cleaning no longer is a chore, it's upkeep because it makes your space feel more comfortable, and cooking follows suit.
It's ironic that I had to leave home for three months to find it, but I guess I did. I haven't felt this way since before the Hell House, and now it's not as a child coming Home established for her, but as an adult making my own. That . . . is kinda cool, actually.
*takes off Crankypants, at least for a little bit*
It's ironic that I had to leave home for three months to find it, but I guess I did. I haven't felt this way since before the Hell House, and now it's not as a child coming Home established for her, but as an adult making my own. That . . . is kinda cool, actually.
*takes off Crankypants, at least for a little bit*