Today I feel soo serene. I look around my flat and feel this sense of quiet happiness steal over me. These touches of my personality surround me and it feels so so comforting. Those years in the basement in my sister’s home, I always dreamt of my own place. There are bits of me everywhere I look. I bought that art. I made that display. I put that tiered metal basket shelf together.
I’m incredibly emotional. Every inch of my space feels like an expression of my inner self. It’s not about owning things, it’s more that these bits of myself were once kept inside me and now, now they display a me I am happy with.
I am soo damned happy.
I always wanted a place to belong, now I’ve created one..all by myself.
Maybe I’ll find someone to introduce to this place one day. It’s soo personal though, might take me a bit of time to let them in to see such a lot of me at once.
This place is home.