There are plenty of quotes about what a home is; "Home is where the heart is." or "Home is where you drop your bags." or "Home is where they deliver the household goods."
And then there's the "go get 'em" urgings; the "it's not the situation, it's your attitude about the situation." or "bloom where you are planted". Believe me; I've been planted plenty and those blooms came .... eventually.
I am *so* done making a pseudo-apartment 'home'.
I have written & erased countless paragraphs for this post.
Bottom line?
I want to go home to a decorated, organized home. (it's not. we got boxes 3 1/2 months before the evacuation. most is out of boxes, but not everything has a place.)
Can someone follow me around with a camera & capture some of my children's childhood with me in it? And I'd like to be photogenic-looking in them, please.
I really miss my KitchenAid, food processor, and kitchen. Period. Not that I always make great use of them, but the fact that I *could use* them if I wanted to.
I like the show 'Swamp People'. A lot.
That's it. And, uh, yeah, I got nothin' else.
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2 comments:
We are fascinated with Swamp People as well! :)
I'm sorry! I'm working on an evi... *cough* on a plan to make everyone get along, but it's still in the beginning stages. I'll try to finishes it more quickly so you can go home. (PS My definition of home is wherever James is. In which case, your situation double stinks... I do wish you could go home soon!)
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