The perfect home, for me, needs just four things. A space to sleep, to bathe and use the toilet, and to cook. I've often thought about how, had my old studio, which was 182-square-feet, with the bathroom making up over one-quarter of the total space, been set up differently, with natural sunlight, in a different setting, it might have been perfect. I'd take those dimensions now, as long as it had the one missing element. Outdoor seating. A deck, a porch, a screened-in or glass-encased place to view the world. A tree, birds, rabbits, or deer. A place for my cat to explore and for me to enjoy a sunrise and later, a sunset. An area big enough for a bistro table, as I might enjoy the occasional visit or conversation. I would take this surrounded by other homes, but perfection would be remote, a dirt road, a field, some forest area, the unknown lurking back at me. This is all I need and my house would become a home. I've lived in many places over the last few years, but it's been 15 years since I had a home and even there, in that locale, I always felt like an outsider. Is it too much to ask to start and end one's day feeling the comfort of home?
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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