I am Thankful for my home.
I love my home.
It's not huge. Who wants to clean a huge house?
It's not fancy. What is fancy?
It's cozy, filled with love, BH and now a dog. What more do you really need?
It's quiet usually. We don't have any real neighbors. Every window has a beautiful view. It's an older home that was designed and built by someone BH knows. It's not fussy. You can come in and put your feet up.
It is a very healing place for me. I've worked through some diffecult things here. I feel safe. Loved. I enjoy who I am. The minute I enter the long driveway I feel happy. I'm home. I feel good again.
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Isn't it funny how the very atmosphere of our homes can make or break us? It's nice to have a place of peace to relax in.
Found you through the NaBloPoMo Randomizer. Good luck!
Now I want to come and live there!!
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I second the notion. When I used to work 40 hour weeks out of the home I would walk into the apartment and let out a huge sigh of relief every day. I didn't even realize I was so consistent about it until my husband pointed it out. I'm a total home girl.
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