Oh hallo nesting.
It's interesting to me what nesting will do to a perfectly rational woman's mind.
Have I ever wanted to own a home?
No. I do not decorate. I am not a decorator.
But I have realized what I want from my home as far as decor goes. I know a lot of artists. I'm talking the painting, drawing, make stuff with their hands kind.
I've realized I would kill to either have a town home or a ranch and have people come over and just paint and paint and paint the walls. Robots, cheese, monkeys, trees, sky lines, you name it. I want a house with art painted on the walls and then I want to hang art ON the walls. I could care less if I eat on the floor, sleep on a pile of blankets, or never own a couch again. I just want a house filled with the hand made crafts of the people I love. That way my house would be a constant reminder of the people I know, they'd always be with me, and therefore my home would literally be built on the blood, sweat, tears, and the creative minds of my loved ones.
I've always hated houses because they're often so big that at night I would walk the halls and feel like a ghost in my own home. I wonder if my house was filled with the lingering spirits of my loved ones if when I walked the halls at night silent if I'd feel less alone.
I think it's the only way my house could truly become a security blanket.
Have I ever wanted to own a home?
No. I do not decorate. I am not a decorator.
But I have realized what I want from my home as far as decor goes. I know a lot of artists. I'm talking the painting, drawing, make stuff with their hands kind.
I've realized I would kill to either have a town home or a ranch and have people come over and just paint and paint and paint the walls. Robots, cheese, monkeys, trees, sky lines, you name it. I want a house with art painted on the walls and then I want to hang art ON the walls. I could care less if I eat on the floor, sleep on a pile of blankets, or never own a couch again. I just want a house filled with the hand made crafts of the people I love. That way my house would be a constant reminder of the people I know, they'd always be with me, and therefore my home would literally be built on the blood, sweat, tears, and the creative minds of my loved ones.
I've always hated houses because they're often so big that at night I would walk the halls and feel like a ghost in my own home. I wonder if my house was filled with the lingering spirits of my loved ones if when I walked the halls at night silent if I'd feel less alone.
I think it's the only way my house could truly become a security blanket.