
"Home" is an ever-changing place and idea for me—in the last year and a half I've found myself in three different places—and the things that signified "home" for me in each was different. There's always a palpable feeling of relief no matter where you are, of walking in the door, putting your things down, and having your time back to yourself. Especially after a long day at work—BONUS!
What I loved about living in the first-floor of a double was having a yard and a big front porch with an antique bench swing. I had quite the summer of leisure in that house—I was still unemployed at the time—and spent a lot of time on that porch.
My apartment after provided me with a great work area—it had an entire wall of built-in shelves and drawers in pretty classic old-Lakewood fashion. The shelves were able to hold everything, all of my books, papers, envelopes, supplies, photos, it was pretty insane. The setup allowed me to have my desk right there, surrounded by the shelves, and I could just focus and have everything at my disposal.
I love so much about my current place I don't really know where to start, but my favorite thing about it has got to be coming home in the summer, sitting on my balcony and cracking open a beer. I can look down at everyone who's still on their commute home and (literally) put my feet up (suckas!)
I like being in a busier area. There's lots of people (and dogs!) to watch going by, and almost everything is a short walk away. It's also easier to be spontaneous when going places doesn't require any planning or effort. There were many times last summer where we'd be on a random bike ride and just pop into a place we'd never been to, because we smelled the food from outside, or because it started pouring (def got stuck once in a bar for hours waiting out a downpour). As peaceful as it is to be in the quiet sometimes, it's always made me unsettled. Open spaces creep me out. The country creeps me out (I think I owe this to
Texas Chainsaw Massacre).
Of course, the only true thing that makes "home" what it is is who you're surrounded by. Hence, the little piece I just did. And no, it has nothing to do with the
Edward Sharpe song that I could really do without hearing anymore.
What's your favorite thing about being home?