my home.

i've always enjoyed blogging, i just always end up starting and then stopping.
what am i thinking about tonight?

i miss home, but not the way that i would think that i would. i miss sitting in my little corner at home: the one with warm lamplight pouring into it. it is my fortress- surrounded by shelves that are laden with books and art supplies, magazine cutouts and probably a couple of empty water glasses. my little corner has an art desk that had photos propped up on it. underneath is my collection of magazines. behind my desk is all my books; i love books.

alas, my sister has rearranged my room. at least she told me she was going to. home will be different this time.

sometimes i wonder if that really is my home. yes, i spend my summers there, but after college is over, i don't think i'll live there anymore. home is somewhere i have not seen yet. home is a little apartment i have not found yet and probably won't find for a couple more years.

maybe my home will be shared with someone else, but i don't think its my parent's house. maybe it will be my house, shared with a husband or a roomate. i hope there is a dog. i want my home to have long curtains. i want my home to have lots of throw pillows and scads of books. i want my kitchen to be full of light. i want the shelves stacked with ecclectic plates that don't match, but somehow compliment each other. i want a bedroom where the morning light pours onto my bed. i want it to be yellow.

this place could be in the usa. this place could be in france (please!). this place could be a hut in africa. if it is a hut in africa, i think i might leave out the yellow paint, the long curtains and scads of books. all i want is sunlight and someone to share it with. and a dog.

:) here's hoping.