Home is where crazy murals happen.
Backstory
I don't have a home yet. I've never really had a home, not since the house I grew up in was sold.Over the years, we've trash-picked furniture, been given paintings and framed photos that weren't really our style, pieced together mismatched things and attempted to make a cohesive living space out of it. It hasn't been until recently that I've realized - I hate the free chair we have. I do not want either of our graduation photos framed and on the wall. I like sunflowers but not enough to have an entire kitchen set of sunflower-themed items.
It's ok. All of these things are appreciated. I love the thought put into the gifts we've received, I love the fact that the couch isn't falling apart and we didn't have to pay for it. But it's not my preferred decor. It took a long time, but I've finally decided that I don't need to hang art that I don't like on my walls just because someone gave it to me.
You know what home is? Home is where I can finally paint the sky on my ceiling and mountains in Constantine's room and my walls can be the colors of deep orange clay and sunsets. Home is where every decorative touch is something I actually want, not something I feel obligated to put on display.
I don't have one of those yet.
I will. Some day. Probably not for a while. But I will.
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by Wench in Six-Word Memoirs on Feb 10, 2013 | 
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Staraj says,
There's a restaurant in Bend, Oregon that was built around a large tree. Very distinctive.marymc says,
I have an entire wall in my rec room on which I painted a pineapple pattern. That made it home.L2L3 says,
I've not known a single soul who had even a slight majority of all they wanted while in their early twenties. It takes time and much energy to work toward all that stuff. Once you start to collect it you'll notice that it's all just that...stuff.Wench says,
It's not the collection of 'stuff' I look forward to. I've rented apartments since I was seventeen. I've moved or lived in a state of displacement with someone else about sixteen times in the past seven years. Everywhere I've gone has been temporary. I try to make each place feel like home, but I know that when the lease ends, I will have to pack up and move on.I know most people my age aren't buying houses. Most people my age haven't been married for three years, either, and most people my age don't have a child.
Regardless of what most people my age have or haven't achieved, I want a house that is mine, that I can do what I want with and make my own, that I don't have to leave when a year's lease is up. I know it's not in my immediate future. But it's something I look forward to.