Home Is Where The Heart Is

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ashadeofpen's avatarA Shade Of Pen

“Home is where the heart is.”

“Can home be a person and not a place?”

I have a beautiful collection of some of the best home quotes coz come to think of it, it is one place where I stay 24 x 7 and I don’t complain. I just love the feeling of being home and even the very thought of being away gives me the creeps. Yeah, am a big girl, independent and that, but talk of home… I feel three again.

Coming to the point, we all want to beautify our home. Don’t we? Imagine calling your friends for a pretty pink party (yep, we worship pink… it is THE GIRL SHADE after all) and when they compliment your beautiful home and the lovely decors, my height increases by a full four inches!! Lol definitely not literally or else I would be a ten feet giant by…

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There are places I remember

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For someone who likes to keep a tight fist around her emotions, I can be pretty mushy.

Like, really mushy.

Too-embarrassing-to-put-on-the-Internet mushy.

But I guess that’s not a bad thing, right? I mean, I really love my husband. Which is a good thing, considering we’ve only been hitched for two months . . . and if the sheen had already worn off, that might be a little scary.

Last weekend I started going through old photo albums hunting for favorite photos of Spencer and me through the years — pictures that will be included in a montage for our wedding video. I’ve totally slacked on this task; though I vowed to get our videographer the needed materials soon after the wedding, I crashed hard in November and basically abandoned any remaining bridal tasks . . . save the all-important thank-you notes.


Megan

Spencer


But. It’s late January now and, well, I

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A Place in the Sun/Footprints in the Snow

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GOAT 山羊's avatarThe Goat that Wrote

Somewhere over the mid-Pacific I swapped my camo hunting cap (found dangling on a tree in Pennsylvania while hiking the A.T.) for a beanie, arranged my flimsy, handkerchief-sized blankie and folded myself into an approximation of sleep.

I always book a window seat when I can to avoid contact with fellow passengers, and refrain from bathroom trips if possible, a challenge that passes the time while building self-control and Olympic-standard bladder endurance. I managed 12 hours on this trip, I’m proud to say. Just limit your free drinks to a single gin and tonic and try not to look at the ocean.

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Rainy London

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S. Laura's avatarS. Laura Artworks

Rainy London

 

Rainy London, November 2013, Acrylic on canvas, 30 x 35 cm

Buy original (and prints) here.

I’ve always liked London, or, better said, its weather. In spite of the constant rain and moisture, it also exhales warmth and comfort. I try to translate the experiences behind certain situation because I consider that you have to first taste bad in order to appreciate the good parts in life. In this painting, for instance, only the cold rain the pedestrians must face will make them truly appreciate the warmth provided by their homes. And, as a spot of color, I added one of the elements, which in my opinion, represents the color of the city itself: a phone booth.

My advice is that you shouldn’t just stare at the painting; try to imagine yourself trading places with one of the pedestrians on the sidewalk.

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The stop

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In my silent moments of despair,

I have always looked out for you

I still do not know your face

Yet my heart whispers the words

I know not what time has in store

And yet I wait to meet the one

Who shall make me forget the times

And will give me joy and bliss

I will walk a million miles

To complete the story that has begun

And together we will walk the next road

Until the journey finally ends at a stop.

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