I finally finished unpacking my bags for the house that used to be home, it took me 3 days ( tap, tap..is this thing on ?) yes 3 whole days !
home as in harbour.
the truth is that now home is everyhwere according to the winds, sudden opportunities and my state of mind, that's why I like leaving this town so often
funny word, home.
they say home is where the heart is. all I can visualize thinking of a future home is that I want lavender there, and I want it to have silver birchs.
oh, and some lillies too !
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ResponderEliminarHome is, indeed, where the heart is. You can't, however, visualize a concrete and brick box to live in when you talk about this called "home".
ResponderEliminarHome is where the heart is, when you are at some place and you feel good. It's not just a place. It might be the people. Your heart might be "attached" to someone and wherever this person goes, is where your "home" is, where you feel good. But talking in more specific terms: this doesn't refer to a house. Home is completely different from house. The place where you spent your childhood is, most of the times, where you leave your heart. You can travel around the world, do lots of things but you'll always want to go back someday a see how things are and remember how they were. You might have had a bad childhood but you'll always remember good things as well, that's why we all have the urge to someday go back "home"."All I can visualize thinking of a future home is that I want lavender there, and I want it to have silver birchs." - it looks like you are being a little close minded here (no offense). You look like the kind of person who needs to walk and walk for a few years...maybe then you'll understand my point of view, if I'm not being too complicated with this sweet little humble explanation of mine.
Nice blog, by the way. Still on it's baby steps, but I'm curious about future posts!
Best regards,
J. Black
its mad beautiful !
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