HOME is where the can opener is
I think it's only appropriate to make my home page my HOME page. I am obsessed with the concept of home. Having lived the life of a total transient and having had over 70 addresses in my 55 years, I dream a lot about having a home. I know that we're told that home is where the heart is and I try and try to embrace that concept. The problem is that when I wake up most mornings, I am a little disoriented and have to take a few moments to get my bearings and recall where exactly on the planet I am. I have to remember what house I'm living in and then what town and state I'm living in and from there, I have to remember who I know there. This whole process should be come easier and less uncomfortable as time goes on, but oddly enough, it doesn't. Some days, I laugh about it. Some days, I cry about it. But every day, without fail, I dream of that place of my own where I don't live by someone else's rules and compromise myself in order to exist. I am not bitter, because I have hope. I am working to make this dream a reality and I am using the gifts that God has endowed me with in order to accomplish this, so how can I fail? In the meantime, I collect pictures of homes and attributes of homes that I will initiate once I have my HOME.