#my doorstep

[driftingthruspace]

Trick or treat!

happy halloween !!!! have a microwaved norm ❤️

[minty-skull-armour]

warning for: Blood, Mouth horror

your candy, friend?

emmy nem

[scattredthoughts]

[love-is-four-legged-word]

My doorstep, go away!

[chronicteller]

Home Sweet Not Home

Life is odd sometimes.  My life away from the comforts of my first home have been disconnected in a way that would drive some people up a wall.  Where ever I live it doesn't feel like home, real home.

You might not understand but home is suppose to be that place that has bits of you everywhere.  A person could walk into your home and get the beginning of some understanding or insight in who you where.  Whether that just be what you like or what is important or something deeper, who knows for sure. 

The places I have lived may hold one or two things that are me like the red tea pot in the kitchen and the picture of me and my siblings on an early morning when we were younger, but there isn't much else.

The place I'm living right now is too many cold plastic angles.  There is a sense of modernity to it that I detest in new home and living designs.  I believe that that home should be that warm place, the place that comforts you at just the thought of it.  It should be a place where the pieces that make it up have a personality.

Back to my original home there was always a sense you could get of the family.  The kitchen table was bruised, the chairs around it comfortable and there was something else that you could never really grasp with words that conveyed that this was where time was spent at.  Maybe it was those table cloths my mom always used, I still think of diner tables needing something to cover them during a meal (none of those place mats).  The living room area is always a whirlwind of mess but that just shows how much traffic comes through it and that people linger there and spend a lot of their time in that area.  The kitchen is warm, a piece of the family hanging above what use to be a window.  The tea pot is something that shows the use of years.  It is always under attack of having more personality with big and small additions.

People keep telling me that I'll get there eventually in a place feeling like part of me, but I have been to other "nomads" abodes and the sense of personality almost oozes out of every surface.  Is it just a type of person that manages to achieve this?  Am I missing something?  Or just it show my unwillingness to commit (something that till now I thought just extended to people)?