Dorothy was so right.
There is no place like home.
Do you feel like this at home?
I have felt this way in previous homes and feel this is my amazing cozy home.
The sound of the garage door opening when I pull the car in.
The smell of the house when I enter from the garage.
The calming plug-in in my bedroom creating its own aura of a place different from any other.
The candles I light to enjoy.
Home sweet home.
I love that I have created a place of serenity and security.
Life is so hectic and busy and home is an escape from everything out there.
It is so quiet inside even though I live in the middle of hustle and bustle.
I have been known to bend down and kiss the tile floor in my house for being so thankful for what I have.
I love that I live in a town that I define as the American Dream.
I love the beauty of this town.
I love the nice people I come across when I am out and about.
And I love being holed up in my home where I can just be. I can be quite a loner sometimes and I do not mind it.
There is still so much I need and want to do before the house is decorated and picture frames and artwork are no longer propped up waiting to find their home on a wall. I still need to set up the guest room. I still need to build my craft desk which is sitting in its cardboard box. I still need to research what it would take to turn the closet in the kitchen into a wine cellar.
Regardless of my house not being completed or having accent walls or being fully furnished, it feels perfect when I am home. There is never enough time being home.
When I am at work, I secretly have my red glittery shoes on clicking my feet together wishing to be home.
But time always passes by and home I come once again.