My Real Home's In My Chest
Fwoosh. I just felt all my energy leave me.
I am on a quest to find a picture of Brother Brigham. There has to be one out there somewhere that I can add to my collection! I have one of Joseph, one of Emma, three of Christ, a mini Mormon Ad, and the Salt Lake Temple. Now I want Brigham Young. The BYU bookstore doesn't have one; neither does Seagull Books. I suppose I could look online... I haven't ventured into online shopping yet. I still enjoy being able to hold the product in my hands immediately after buying it.
On the bright side, Seagull Books was having an art sale today, so although I couldn't find Brigham Young, I did find an affordable print of George Washington praying in the snow. I've wanted this picture for quite some time; I figured it makes a pretty good substitute for what I was actually looking for.
Now I just need to one day buy frames for the rest of my pictures...
Also hanging on my wall is the deed from Catherine bequeathing Legolas to me on February 14, 2009; a family picture in front of a car dealership before Eliza was welcomed into the world; a The Work and the Glory III poster, signed by Nathan himself (I LOVE Nathan); various comics; my calendar; the dream catcher from Wesley; Sap, Goo and Fluff; and my own personal Emancipation Proclamation. I used to have two Twilight and one Harry Potter posters, but they came down in the Great Cleanup of 2010. They didn't fit with the feel I want in my room. They are currently rolled up and sitting atop my pink plastic thing of doom (I really need better descriptors). One day, when I have my own home, I'd like to have a movie room where all my movie posters can go up.
There are a lot of things I'd like to do with this theoretical future house. I'd like to have a book room. It will be blue with Comfy Chairs to read in and a plethora of bookshelves. I also really want a room facing the west sun that I can paint gold. Yes, gold. It sounds weird and outlandish, but ever since I read Bridge to Terabithia, I've wanted to do it. Leslie's parents painted their front room gold, and I want to experience that.
Ideally this house will be In The Middle of Nowhere, Appalachian Mountains, VA. I'll have a stream on the property located near a window so I can listen to its soothing sound from the house, and I won't have any Next Door neighbours. There can be Over Yonder Neighbours, or Neighbours up the Way, but no Next Door neighbours. I'll be close enough to town that I can get what I need, but far enough away that I don't feel closed in. It will be my own patch of solitude (...solitude plus my family).
...I hope life doesn't bite me in the butt and land me in an apartment in the middle of the big city. I think I'd cry. Often.
"Silently he laughed and tried to stop his emotions from sinking out of the many layers of skin." ~~The Depth of Obliviscence