Today marked the end of the second week I've lived alone, although I'd hardly say I've been alone.
Today I tried to remember a day since I moved that someone hasn't been at my place.
I'm not too sure there has been. I admit, I have loved, treasured and relished in every moment. Waking up with friends in the house, more friends arriving, a fresh pot of coffee, the sound of my knife as it slices through potatoes and the sound of bacon love sizzling in the pan while Nikki stands its guard. Breakfast at "my" place has become rather a Sunday tradition (when time allows).
My new place. I love this place. It's small and cozy and mine all mine. It's far from the picture perfect homes in which I have lived in the past but I believe it actually embraces me as I walk through the door. "Welcome home" I say every time I top my stairs and in it's own way, it answers back.
2 comments:
Ok Ok Ok, I'll stop coming over. :) Your place is so beautiful Steph. Yes it's different than the other 2 places you lived before, but this one has so much character to it and well it's YOURS. No cats, dogs, children, or annoying girlfriends to have to deal with here!
The pictures look nice, maybe one day I'll be invited over...hehe
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