"Home is Whenever I'm with You"

There's something so appealing about owning your own home you get to exhibit and live in all those things you hold most dear to you. My favorite book is actually a photography journal of a man who goes into interesting peoples' homes. It's amazing all the odd things you can pick up about a person's life just by looking at where they live.

It bothers me when i go into peoples' clean "Better Homes and Gardens" type houses. You know the type. The place that is perfect, where you can't touch anything--a place dressed up without the appearance that anyone lives there. A home has to be full of character. If people don't want character in their homes, they should live in a hospital.

In my favorite book, the one aforementioned, there's a girl who has her shower smack-dab in her kitchen. I find that irrestibly cool. I once read of a woman who had a beach house who took all her showers outside. I find that just as cool, but a lot more frightening, given the winter months would be awful to be naked in. If it were me, I would have a clawed bathtub in my room. Above it, three cabinets full of soap, bubble bath, and cheesy beach towels. President Taft was so fat that he had to have a custom made bathtub. It could fit three whole men inside of it. I wouldn't mind a fat-man's bathtub. Mainly because I would sleep in my bathtub frequently. I find that sleeping in bathtubs helps when you're sad. I get this notion from a Beatles' song called "Norwegian Wood."

Another odd thing I want in my room is my bed on the floor. I got that from watching the Grudge. Even when the Grudge is screaming in the main character's face, I couldn't help to notice how awesome it was that Japanese people sleep on the floor. My bed would be crammed with lots of cozy (eight! nine?--inside joke, folks) quilts and dozens of stuffed animals. I already have six on my bed...I'm a little obsessed.

I also have a deep appreciation for window seats. Perfect for reading. Plus, a great view makes it even better. Beach house? Ocean view. City apartment? People watching. Country cottage? Scenic garden. If I ever own a garden, I want a fountain in it. One that people throw money in and one that I can jump in whenever I darn well please.

I already love my room, though. It's got baby blue walls, which Seventeen Magazine says make you sad, but I'm so addicted to baby blue that I feel happy as soon as I walk in. I've got a vintage telephone that's yellowing and i pretend to call people on. I've got a bookcase stuffed with novels and magazines. I've got a sombrero hanging from my closet door. I write on my mirror and tape quotes to my dresser. I've got a cluttered Marilyn Monroe calendar that I talk to when I'm trying to look pretty. I've got a picture of my grandpa waving at me and a random picnic basket on top of my drawers.... I'm blessed to live in quirkiness.

Point is, I love imagining my perfect house, but I'm so content with mine right now. I'm content with life in general <3