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Dashed Daydreams

21 Mar

So excited when I saw this. I envisioned it in my loft. Friends over, sitting, laughing, cocktails, movie night with Thomas,…..

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…..and then my dreams were dashed!

It had to have been in some formal living room, covered in plastic, since it was brought home. PERFECT. Went to the counter, I told the lady I wanted it….someone had just bought them. They literally just seconds before paid for it.

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So I just went and took pictures, then tried to buy it off the man who purchased it. No luck….at least it was cheaper this way and I didn’t have to haul them and carry them up my stairs.

Home?

13 May

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged.  Not that anyone really noticed, but I miss it. I’ve been so busy enjoying life that I’ve neglected to update. Totally justifiable reason…just sayin’.

I want to share something I realized just now and is a vitally important factor to me. Tonight, I went on a date with Thomas.  I cherish every moment I get to spend with him more and more. It doesn’t get dull, or repetitive. We don’t have a “pattern” we’ve adapted to. We just thoroughly enjoy being around one another, and, as far as I can remember, always have.

On my way back to my place, he asked me to let him know when I made it home safe. So…

I sit here on my bed, with all my belongings around me, with a roof over my head… and realize: I am not home. It does not feel like home, it doesn’t smell like home. I felt empty when I sent him a text, just a few seconds after I walked in, after I took that feeling in, telling him I had made it to my place.

But this is not home. My heart isn’t here. It’s 32 minutes away in another city.

I long to be home. ❤